I am a 32 year old woman. My name is Tiffany. I have two school-age kids and have been married since I was 18 years old. Even though I have two kids, I have been told many times that I don't look it and get compliments on my 5'4" 38-24-36 body all the time. This is my story.
It was a Thursday just like any other. My work week had been so stressful I was going crazy. I seemed to have a million projects going on at once. The only thing I did different on this Thursday was decide to stay home from work and take a break. I called in to my stick in the ass boss and faked a slight cough as I explained that I wasn't feeling very well, and yes I too hoped it was the 24-hour variety illness.
I had a few minutes before I had to wake the kids up. Feeling frisky I decided to join my husband in the shower. I snuck into the large bathroom sneaking across the floor to the shower. He was so busy whistling while he was washing his hair he didn't even know I was there. I snuck in behind him, the droplets of water splashing onto my supple 38-D tits, exciting me even more. I pinched my nipples slightly, making the little pink buds very erect. I was right behind him now. I moved in and simultaneously bit the back of his neck and reached down and caressed his balls.
"Geez Tiffany!" he exclaimed as he jumped from me as if I had burned him. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? I've got to get ready for work."
Not ready to give up just yet, I tried to be a little more convincing. I moved closer and let my hard nipples brush onto his chest as I kissed him softly but urgently on his lips.
"Aww, c'mon honey, can't you be just a little late today? It's been so long and I need your cock so bad." I let my fingers run down his back and caressed his ass. His ass has to be his best feature, and I loved to feel it.
He reached back and grabbed my hands and held them in front of him. Pulling back from me he announced, "I told you, I've just been busy lately. This project is taking a lot of time and once we get it all wrapped up there will be more time for us, but now I have to go." And with that he got out of the shower, grabbed his towel, and headed out the bathroom door, obviously not waiting around to dry off just in case I made another advance on him.
Busy? Well that may be true, but I knew that there would not be an "us time" later. There would always be another project, and it would always have priority. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband very much, and it's not like he's a bad lover. In fact, I love to feel his 8 inch cock, and he always makes me cum. It was just that it had been a while. It had been over 2 months since we had sex, and I thought I was going to explode. The shower had in fact become my new best friend. He thinks that any sex toys are far too taboo and will not allow them, so I am left to my own devices. I masturbate in the shower almost daily, playing with my tender clit as the water rains down on it until I finally cum; it has been my only release. I always wondered what toys would be like, but I was a good, obedient wife, and if my husband told me no I listened. What difference did I know anyways, I figured. He had been my first and to this day was my only. It had never occurred to me to stray from him. I never had the desire, though lately my body had been stirring in ways I never imagined possible.
Sighing in defeat, trying to let the hot water melt my frustration away, I stood in the shower and washed my body. Unfortunately, by the time I was feeling any better, the clock on the bathroom wall told me it was time to get out and get the kids up. Oh well, looks like there will be no fun today.
I got out of the shower and dried off. I knew it couldn't be that I was unappealing. I may not be as petite and fresh as when I was just 18, but my 130 pound body had curves in all the right places. I quickly threw my hair up, stopping for just a second to wonder what it would be like to dye it blonde, and if that would make any difference. I hadn't changed my hairstyle in a while, it's strawberry blonde, curly, and comes to just below my shoulders. I grabbed a light pink terry cloth robe off of the back of the bathroom door and turned back to the mirror. After a second thought I took my hair down and tousled it around. He might be in a hurry, but maybe I can at least get a second look before he runs out the door. I went to my bedroom and managed to get some panties on when I heard him yelling up the stairs, "Are you going to make breakfast soon?" I decided to forget the rest of my clothes, I'll get dressed later. I grabbed a silky light purple robe that my daughter gave me for Christmas last year.
I went down the hallway and roused the kids out of bed then went downstairs to make breakfast. Something simple, it was my day to relax, eggs, bacon, and toast was fine. I gave my best flirtatious smile when I met my husband in the kitchen, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too busy reading the Business section of the paper. Oh well, I tried.
The kids came down and have their breakfast; everyone got ready and headed out the door. My husband left for work long before the kids were on the bus. I watched my kids get on the bus and closed the door with a sigh. Ok, time for some "me time" now. Eyeing the paper on the table I decided that getting dressed could wait, I was after all taking the day off. I sat down to peruse the paper, not finding much of interest except the crossword puzzle. I got quite caught up in the crossword, not realizing that almost an hour had passed when the doorbell rang. I wondered who it could be. No one is usually home at that time.
I got up to answer the door, not thinking twice about the fact that I had not bothered to put on any clothes. When I opened the door, I saw the sexiest man I had ever laid my eyes upon. He was fairly tall with rugged features and tousled dirty blonde hair. I could see the form of his muscular body under his white collared business shirt. He held a briefcase in his left hand. As I looked up at his face, I noticed his cool blue eyes searching my figure and I realized I was wearing only my robe. I cold feel myself blushing as the blood ran to my face. What was wrong with me? I'm a happily married woman?
"Hello," he said with a seductive smile that made my knees weak. "My name is Adam and this is Veronica. We are with Michaels Financial Services and we were wondering if we could speak to you about your current financial situation and how we could help?"
Veronica? At first I was confused, then from behind him stepped a woman. She was a few inches taller than me, a little less curvy with tits about a size smaller than mine. Her auburn hair was curled up into a bun behind her and her glasses gave her this smart/sexy look that caused a rise inside me. She was wearing a tight skirt suit with black nylons and black pumps. I had never even considered the thought of another woman before, nor had I ever thought of any woman in this way. But here I was thinking this woman was so Goddamn sexy. Maybe it was the fact that my clit was barely done throbbing from my thoughts this morning, or maybe it was just the fact that she was standing next to this incredibly sexy man, but either way I couldn't believe what I was feeling.
My first instinct was to give them a polite no and send them on their way. After all, we both had ample life and health insurance through work and generous retirement plans already in place. But somehow, even though my brain kept saying no, my lips formed the words, "Sure come on in. Make yourselves comfortable."
As they made their way to my kitchen table and sat down, I couldn't believe I had just invited them in. What was I doing? Ok, just a little chit chat and I will send them on their way.
"Coffee?" I offered.
"Yes, please," He said with a southern drawl that was barely noticeable but oh so damn sexy.
"Yes, do you have cream? I like lots of cream," said the woman. As I looked at her to tell her we did she licked her lips. Was I imagining this or was she actually flirting with me? I must be imagining things. Nonetheless, I felt my thighs getting wet, which surprised me even more.
I got the coffee and the cream and sat back down. They began to ask me the usual questions. About my career and my husband, kids, assets, all that stuff. Somewhere in the middle of talking about our income, I felt something on my leg. A foot working its way from my ankle up my robe. I froze. My heart started pounding. I'm sure the look on my face was obvious. It had to be the woman. I could feel the nylons on her feet. When I looked back up I noticed her arm moving. Was she rubbing his crotch? I couldn't quite see what she was doing, the table obstructing my view, but her arm was definitely moving and by the look on his face I knew something was going on. I started to feel dizzy and jumped up from the table to get more coffee.
As I walked past them, I felt her hand quickly, subtly caress my ass. Was it a simple mistake? An accidental bump? Something inside me told me it wasn't. It lingered too long. I looked over at Adam as I got to the counter, somehow not surprised by the look of lust on his face. He was giving me a once-over again, and it was making my pussy drip and my nipples become erect, pushing out against my silky robe. I know he must have noticed because he was staring directly at my tits and his eyes widened. A seductive smirk came over his face as his eyes met mine, daring me, making me want him. I was now positive that she was rubbing his cock thought his pants. Oh my God? Was this really happening and in my house?