It was a dark night, and I was all alone. My husband, Ted, was out of town on business, or so he said. I knew damn good and well that he was in Memphis with his Internet lover. He had met her 5 months ago online. I began to get suspicious when Ted started spending all night online, so, being the computer savvy female that I am, I enabled the "Append Chat to Log" command so I could see what they were talking about. I was utterly shocked when I read it. Their conversations always turned hot and heavy, and I even found myself squirming a little in my chair. I found out through this surveillance that she lived in Memphis, had 1 child, and was single. At first I was really upset, and prepared to divorce Ted, I mean, I was an attractive 5'7 female and weighed 111 lbs, but something just wouldn't let me get to that point. It was almost as if this excited me, the thought of Ted fucking some other woman. I would lay awake at night, while he was gone, and think about it, think about watching it from a closet or a window. I always found myself slipping my hand under my panties and getting myself off when I thought about this.
Lightning cracked outside, and I was brought back to the present. Me sitting here on my couch, wearing my usual night clothes, Large T-shirt, ankle socks, and a pair of panties. My thoughts waved back to Ted, and the pleasures he must be experiencing right now, and I found myself getting aroused. I ran my finger down over my panties on my slit and a shock of pleasure arched through me. I was very wet, so I decided to please myself. I scooted down into my favorite position, and took my panties down to my ankles. My pussy throbbed as the room air hit it, and I spread my lips with my fingers…. then the phone rang.
"Hello?" I said somewhat annoyed. "Hi Angie! It's Cris! I didn't interrupt anything did I?" Said the person on the phone. I immediately recognized the voice as my co-worker Cris. She was the same age as I, single, and someone I could always talk to. "No, you didn't interrupt much." I said, which basically meant that she did. "Well I was calling because I remembered that Ted the dickhead was out of town, and was wondering if you'd like some company for the night, with the storm and all, I know how it is to be alone. You interested? We could rent some movies, eat some popcorn, and just trash the hell out of Ted and the other dorks from work." It sounded like a great idea; I figured I could finish my self-pleasuring after I went to bed. "Sure come on over, bring some movies too."
"What kind of movies girl? What ya in the mood for?" She asked. I told her, sarcastically; "I don't think you have any of the type of movies that I'm in the mood for." And I laughed with this. "Oh? Missing Ted are we?"
"Yeah, I guess, hurry on over girl, I'll get some hot cocoa ready". "Okay hon. See ya soon." And with that we both hung up. In my subconscious, I was hoping that maybe she would bring over a sex movie, so I would have something to watch later while I was alone. I put on some sweat pants and a bra, at 34d I didn't want to flop around in front of company.
The doorbell rang about 35 minutes later, and I opened it up. Cris was standing there with an armful of bags and a suitcase. She was an attractive woman, about 5 feet 6, weighed 110 lbs, with shoulder length brown hair. I helped her by taking her suitcase and we went into the living room. We exchanged a hug, and I thanked her for coming over. "No problem girl, I had nothing better to do."
"Cool. So what movies did ya bring?"
