Katie Jackson stood in her kitchen, staring out of the window as she watched the sunrise. Her stomach was in knots. The sexy wife was deeply ashamed of the things she had done the day before while her loving husband had been at home, looking after their children. Her old lover Phil Dorman had once again used her perfect body as a form of payment, inviting the young clerk Joel to sexually exploit her in exchange for expensive clothing. The beautiful woman closed her eyes. Her pussy spasmed as she remembered the feeling of being forcefully double penetrated by the two deviant men. They had passed her around like a piece of meat, using her orifices for their perverted pleasure. Though she hated to admit it to herself, Katie had loved every second of it.
Exhaling deeply, the hot mother poured a cup of coffee for her husband, laying out the newspaper for him as she prepared a hot breakfast. When he walked into the kitchen a moment later, Fred looked at her with an amused expression.
"Well?" he asked as he glanced down at the table, "What did you do?"
"What? I don't..."
Katie's mouth hung open. The sexy mother panicked at the thought of having accidentally said something compromising in her sleep. Or maybe it was worse and Phil had made some remark that had caused her husband to be suspicious.
"You obviously must have done something awful, Katie. You never do this unless you've done something wrong," he exclaimed, pointing at the breakfast table while he smirked at his gorgeous wife as she stood at the counter in her t-shirt and loose fitting shorts. Even while dressed down, she was something to behold. Fred noted that her hair was a ratted mess and he remembered that she hadn't slept well, tossing and turning in her sleep. He figured that it had to do with the stress from finally going on the TV series 'Dancing with the Stars' this week.
Katie blushed bright as a beet. She felt as though she would hyperventilate as panic started to overwhelm her petite body.
"What did you do?" Fred continued as he sat down in his chair, "Did you dent the Denali?"
The beautiful wife breathed a sigh of relief.
"No!" she sternly stated as her heartbeat returned to normal.
"Well, you're acting strange. I'm sure that you must have some reason. Either you did something, or you want something,"
he added, giving Katie a suggestive look.
The sexy mother thought hard. Suddenly, she saw the perfect explanation. Smiling, she averted her gaze, "Am I that obvious?"
"I can read you like a book," Fred said.
Katie's stomach dropped at the thought of her husband reading the many pages of her book on which she had repeatedly fucked her old neighbor and his equally perverted friends. She prayed that her infidelity would never be revealed.
"It's a new outfit that I saw at Macy's last night at the mall. Unfortunately," she smiled, holding her thumb and index finger close together, "it's a bit expensive."
"Well, whatever it is, just make sure you do well on 'Dancing with the Stars' so we can afford it," Fred smiled lovingly as he patted her hip before lovingly caressing the top of her ass. He remembered Katie providing him with her special 'breakfast treatment' in the past and how it had often lead to a quickie in the kitchen before he left for work.
His eyes trailed over his beautiful wife. Her gorgeous face, framed by her chestnut hair. Her perfect body and her long, toned legs. Exhaling deeply, he thought back to the day she had sucked his cock for the first time and how it had changed both their lives for good.
The loving husband sighed. He couldn't remember ever going this long without having sex. It seemed like ages. During the last few months, he had repeatedly tried to seduce Katie, desperately seeking to reinvigorate their love life but for some reason, she had always seemed either too busy or too tired.
It didn't help matters that they had allowed their ex-neighbor Phil to live with them. Though he knew that the fat old geezer wasn't directly to blame for his wife's frigidness, Fred felt sure that his presence in the house nonetheless contributed to the married couple's non-existing sex life. Sighing once again, the unsatisfied husband made a decision right there and then. The old man had overstayed his welcome. And it was time to let him know.
Katie didn't say anything as she looked at her spouse. His affection made the beautiful wife feel even more ashamed of the way she had acted the day before. Despite her unholy lust for her neighbor's cock, she still loved her husband very much. Sitting down at the table, she stared at his hard body behind his designer shirt and tie. He was successful in everything he did. He was handsome and smelled good. Yet, even now, the sexy wife caught herself wishing that he would leave for work so she could be fucked again by the fat, ugly pervert who was still sleeping downstairs.
Fred skimmed through the morning paper while he finished his breakfast and wiped his mouth on the cloth napkin.
"I'll call you later," he said as he stood up, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. Katie cringed. She hadn't even showered yet after Phil had cum all over her the day before. Fred called for the children, telling them to hurry up or they would be late for school. They quickly came down one at a time and told their mother goodbye. Soon, they were all out the door.
Katie was taken aback by the sudden silence that filled the house. She knew what that silence meant. Her heart started beating more rapidly.
Trying hard not to think of her disgusting houseguest, the hot wife turned on the kitchen radio as her thoughts traveled to the upcoming TV show. She had spent the last few weeks working on her dance moves and was pretty confident about her abilities. Taking a few steps back, Katie started shaking her hips to the rhythm of the music, running her hands up and down her body in a suggestive manner. She pictured herself on stage, in front of an audience, with cameras angled at her. The sexy mother raised her arms above her head and followed with a quick succession of side steps. As she spun around, she froze in her tracks. Phil Dorman was standing in the doorway, his flabby arms folded, an evil grin on his face.
"Very nice, Freckles!" he snarled, his eyes roaming all over her "It's good to see you're up to the task! I wouldn't want you to be an embarrassment on national TV!"
The beautiful woman stared at him, her mouth wide open as she took in the sight of his ratty shirt and shorts, wondering why he wasn't wearing any of the clothes that she had paid for with her body the day before. They stared into each other's eyes as Katie felt a rush of blood to the head. She fully expected the old man to walk over and grab her, fingering her pussy and her ass before forcing his cock down her throat. Her cunt spasmed just at the thought of him touching her. She leaned over to turn off the music.
"Keep going, you slut!" Phil laughed as he walked by her and filled his travel mug with the remaining coffee left in the pot. "Show me what you got! I'm your manager, remember?"
Katie withdrew her hand from the radio, giving the obese man an angry look. She couldn't believe the way he talked to her but much less could she believe the fact that she would actually follow his demands.
Rolling her eyes, she started to sway to the beat once again. For the next few minutes, the gorgeous wife proceeded to dance for the disgusting man, showcasing her skills as she turned and twisted. While she moved her body to the rhythm, Katie gradually felt her anger vanish. She studied her old lover as she tossed her hair about. The fact that he was eagerly watching her every move excited her. She regretted not being dressed more seductively. Her cheeks were flushed and a sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. Whether she liked it or not, the beautiful wife felt herself becoming more and more turned on.
The old man couldn't help but grin as he noticed his sexy lover's dance style turning more and more sultry. He wiped a strand of saliva from the corner of his mouth as Katie turned and bent over, spreading her legs as her hands rested on her ass. Lifting herself up, she turned and leaped forward, spinning around several times before seemingly losing her balance as she bumped into the fat man, facing away from him.
"Oops!" Katie giggled breathlessly as she leaned backwards. She could feel his huge beer gut pressing into her lower back. The song continued but the married woman remained motionless, almost as if she was waiting for the small, devious pervert to grab her and ravish her spectacular body. She felt sure that at any moment, he would reach around with his pudgy hands and roughly squeeze her protruding tits. For some reason though, he didn't move.
Phil grinned as he felt the hot mother slide lower and arch her back. Her brown hair fell onto his face as the mixed odor of her perfume and her perspiration filled his nose. Before he knew it, her ass made contact with his groin as she started to slowly rub it up and down against him. The old man marveled at the fact that his stuck-up married neighbor was once again acting like a bitch in heat for him.
"I could do with a shower," Katie whispered suggestively, grinding her ass against him more vigorously "What about you?
"You go!" Dorman growled, pushing the dumbfounded beauty away. She turned and watched him limp across the room as he grabbed a set of keys from the counter.
"I need your car today, Freckles."
"What?" Katie gasped, "Why?"
