Karen got up early with her husband Brad as usual and helped him get ready for work. They both stretched gingerly as they got out of bed. Karen staggered to the kitchen to start making the morning coffee while trying to forget about the events that took place the night before. "How could I let that old man get to me the way he did," she thought to herself. "Why was I so willing to give in to him," a voice echoed in her head. So she pushed the thoughts deep inside her mind and went about making coffee then breakfast. But her mind just kept right on wondering to Mr. Bonivich and what he did to her that made her so horny. She couldn't believe that she was actually wishing that he would do it again.
"No, no, get out of my head," she cried out. "I don't need this happening to me," she added.
"Get what out of your head, sweetie," asked Brad.
"Oh, nnnothing," replied Karen. Her mind raced to find an answer that would appease him. "Just some song that I can't seem to stop wondering around in my head."
"My god, now I'm starting to lie to Brad," she thought. "What's becoming of me. Why can't I forget about last night."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said. Then he added, "that happens to me too."
Brad sat down at the breakfast table just as Karen was brining him his coffee. "Black, no cream and no sugar, just the way you like it, honey," she said. Breakfast will be ready in a moment," she added.
Soon his plate of food was right in front of him and he ate it in a hurry seeing that it was starting to get late. He has to be at work in an hour and it will take him forty five minutes just to get there. As soon as his pate was empty, he rose to his feet, kissed his wife on the cheek and headed for the door.
After her husband had walked out the door, Karen for reasons unknown to her walked straight to their bedroom. She immediately stripped off her robe then her nightgown. Standing naked, she admired her reflection in the mirror. "Am I that desirable," she thought to herself. Then she proceeded to lie down on the bed and her mind again started to flash back to the night before. Images of what happened between her and Mr. Bonivich danced through her head. Without realizing it she began to rub her breast, then her stomach. Her hand was soon on her pussy rubbing away like crazy. Her slit was already wet from just the thoughts in her head. Within fifteen minutes she had already cum three times and was working on the forth one when she heard a knock at the door to her apartment. Grabbing her robe she wrapped it around her, tied it closed and headed for the door.
When she reached the door she asked, "who's there?"
"It's Mr. Bonivich," came a voice from the other side of the door.
Slowly Karen opened the door and allowed him to enter, closing the door after he was in. "I heard your husband leave, so I thought I would stop by for a visit," he said. Mr. Bonivich inched closer to Karen then reached behind her and started rubbing her back. Then he started running the index finger of his other hand down her throat then down to her cleavage. As he reached for the rope of her robe he then said, "but this time your husband won't be able to interrupt us." He pulled the knot loose which allowed her robe to open completely into his view.
"Very nice," he said as he started to rub one of her breast pinching the nipple slightly as he did so.
Karen let out a soft moan and whispered, "thank you."