Cindy pulled the grocery bags out of the passenger side door of her minivan, sitting them in a row on the ground. Her mind wasn't on what she was doing, it was filled with thoughts of her kid's soccer schedule. Because her mind was preoccupied with that she was on autopilot for everything else, so when she set the last bag on the ground she reached in and as she had done a hundred times in the past, hit the lock button on the door just before she closed it.
She picked up the bags and trudged to the front door, still thinking about how she had to have her son at one field and her daughter at another across town at the same time. When she got to the front door she reached into her pocket for her keys, to find they weren't there. She searched her pockets and discovered her keys weren't in any of them. She dropped the bags and jogged back to her van.
As she peered in the widow her heart sank. Her keys were laying on the passenger seat where she had left them. As that revelation hit her another just as bad filled her mind. The spare key her husband had given her, encased in a small plastic box with a magnet glued to the back which was supposed to be attached to a hidden exterior location on her van, resided on a shelf in the laundry room. She had never gotten around to putting it on her van. As that thought filtered through her mind another, just as disturbing, followed. The spare key for the front door they kept hidden in a fake rock next to the front porch was laying on the kitchen counter where her oldest had dropped it instead of putting it back where it belonged.
Cindy didn't cuss much. She wasn't a prude, she just normally reserved the nasty words for times in the bedroom when she and her husband were having fun and it added to the atmosphere. And sometimes that atmosphere was red hot. Cindy and Don, her husband, loved role-playing and did it quite frequently. From a game of domination, where she played a slut housewife and he would play the part of a handyman or acquaintance who would force her to fuck, to the other extreme where she was an innocent girl and he would seduce her.
When they played the slut housewife game, many times her husband, while he held her down and fucked her, would tell her he was going to have a friend come over and do just that, force her to fuck. Cindy always got turned on by that and secretly loved the idea of giving her pussy to one of his friends. One night in a fit of passion she even confessed to her husband that she liked the idea. Later she denied it, saying it was because she was so turned on. Don never told her that he thought the idea was pretty hot and would have liked to full fill it, but he just didn't know how to get her to agree. She really got into the role-playing, but the forced slut scenario was her favorite and the one where she gave voice to her profanity. And right now she called on every one of those words she knew.
"God damn it! Cock sucking, mother fucking, ass licking bastard!" She railed, jumping up and down with each screamed word.
She finally stopped, panting, having worked out at least a bit of her frustration. Her cell phone was in her pocket and she thought about calling her husband, but she knew he would razz her endlessly about not putting the spare key where he had told her to, so she decided to check the windows and the back door to see if maybe any of them were open.
She checked all the windows in the front of the house, to find them all locked. She walked around the house, through the gate into the backyard. Their backyard wasn't very big, but they had installed an 8' privacy fence so they could do whatever they wanted and keep the prying eyes of the neighbors from seeing. Cindy checked the back door and found it was locked, so she walked on around the house to check the basement windows. The house had a daylight basement with 4' wide by 2' high transom style windows (hinged at the bottom, opening from the top) mounted in the wall a foot above the ground.
Because they were so accessible from the ground Cindy and Don tried to make sure that all of them were kept locked. As she checked the windows and found each locked Cindy began to get more and more frustrated. Luckily someone had unlocked the one above the washer and dryer and had forgotten to lock it.
Cindy smiled as she pushed on the window and it swung in, only to stop when it was open a bit more than a foot. Cindy realized that this was the window that was broken and wouldn't open all the way. She stared at the opening, trying to figure out if she could fit through. As she thought about the crap Don would give her for locking herself out, she decided to try it rather than put up with his razzing.
She was dressed in a tight flannel shirt that showed off her D-cup tits and a pair of yoga pants that formed to her plump shapely ass and prominent hips so she figured maybe her clothes wouldn't get hung up as she tried to squeeze through. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and held it in her hand, just in case something went wrong, then she started to squeeze through the small opening.
It was tight, very tight, but she managed to get her head and arms in, then work her ample tits over the top of the window. Just as she was sure she was going to make it, things went wrong. Her shirt snagged on the window catch, she heard cloth tear and she couldn't go any farther. When she tried to back up she discovered that when she did the window moved with her like a Chinese puzzle, closing tighter, keeping her from sliding back out. For the next several minutes she struggled, trying first to push through and tear her shirt loose, then to slide back to get out. After 20 minutes of struggle, she realized she was hopelessly stuck and needed help. She knew she had to call her husband. She sat, trapped in the window trying to figure a way out of the mess for another ten minutes before she caved and called him.
When he answered she said, "Before I tell you why I called you have to promise not to give me a bad time about it."
Her husband, sensing she had done something he could make fun of said, "Well that depends."
"Damn it, Don!" Cindy yelled, "I need help and I don't need you to be making fun of me! Promise you won't God damn it! Promise me right now!"
They had been married long enough that from her language and tone Don knew she had done something really dumb, but he also knew she wouldn't tell him if he didn't promise to not make fun of her.
"Ok, Ok." He said chuckling, "I won't make fun of you, but I can't promise I won't laugh."
Cindy huffed then began to tell her husband what had happened. Don managed to keep his mouth shut until she was finished, then a huge laugh burst from him.
"You what???" He gasped between peals of laughter.
"Damn it Don it isn't funny!" Cindy yelled, "I'm stuck and need help! So get over here and get me out of here!"
"Ok, Ok." He said between chuckles, "I'm in the middle of a meeting. I'll come and get you out of it, but it may take me a few minutes to get away and get there. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Cindy knew it would take Don only a few minutes to get from his office to home and she figured he would get out of his meeting and be there in 5 minutes, so she began to play videos on her phone. Five minutes later she heard the gate open, then bang shut and footsteps approach behind her.
"Get me out of here!" She yelled at her husband.
He didn't respond, but she felt his hands on her hips, then felt him pulling her yoga pants down.
"What the hell are you doing??" She yelled as she felt him pull her pants to her knees.
Cindy never wore underwear when she wore her yoga pants because the pants were tight enough to pull up between the lips of her pussy, showing a nice camel toe and she liked the stares she got at the market when she walked around like that. She was now naked from waist to knees. A moment later she felt his hand slide up between her legs and felt his finger slip between the bare shaved lips of her pussy.
"Damn it Don!" she yelled, "We can't do this right now! Get me out of here!"
She was pissed at her husband for what he was doing, but she had to admit she was beginning to get turned on both from what he was doing as he slid another finger into her pussy (which was quickly getting very wet) and the fact that she was caught and couldn't see him.
"Oh fuck Don!" She groaned as she spread her legs farther apart so he had better access, "This feels so wrong...and so fucking good!"
She felt his hand on her hip, then felt him push a third finger up her pussy as his thumb touched her asshole. He began to finger fuck her as he slowly worked his thumb into her ass. Soon he was sliding three fingers in and out of her dripping pussy and his thumb in and out of her tight brown eye. Cindy had forgotten about being pissed at him as her climax began to build.
"Oh fuck...Oh fuck...oh fuck!" She chanted in time to his finger strokes into her.