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2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.
Authors Note:
This is a short one for me and it really doesn't contain a lot of sex, almost none. So if you're looking for a stroke story, move on.
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It was late and I was just getting home from work. My husband's car was in the garage, so I knew he was home, duh. I smiled knowing he was there for me when I came in the door. He would greet me, give me a kiss on the cheek and then I would hurry upstairs to take a shower. I really needed a shower after my hard day at work. When I opened the door, Jimmy was sitting at the kitchen table, just staring straight at me. I cocked my head a little looking back at him. He smiled at me. I smiled back at him.
"Hi, sweetheart," he said rising from her seat.
"My love, I'm so glad to finally be home," I replied.
Smiling he took me in his arms and kissed me, hard. I kissed him back entwining him in my arms. I loved him so much.
"Why don't you go up and put on the new nightgown I got you. Then come down, I've ordered out, the kids are at your mom's place. We'll eat, then I have a movie we can watch together."
"Oh sound sexy," I said rushing to our bedroom.
I jumped in the shower, dried myself and slipped into the nightie he wanted me in. When I got to the kitchen, Jimmy was setting the table. The doorbell rang.
"Get that for me would you?" Jimmy asked winking at me.
"I can't in this getup dear," I replied.
"Then we won't eat."
I shrugged my shoulders and went to the door. This wasn't the first time he had played this game with me. He always wanted me to show off my body to strangers. I opened the door wide. The young man stood there gawking at me, holding the bags of food, his eyes wide with wonder. The gown I had on was transparent. So much so that he could see all of me, right down to the small landing strip of hair above my pussy.
"Uh, the Thompson's?" he asked.
"We are. Is that for us?" I asked.
He shoved the bags toward me, never taking his eyes off my breasts. He was a boob man. I took the bags from him.
"How much?" I asked.
"It's already paid for and you just gave me a wonderful tip," he croaked.
Stepping back I slowly closed the door, giggling the entire time. Once the door was closed, I went to the kitchen and started to take the food containers out of the bags. It was Chinese. I love Chinese. I set the paper containers on the table. Each was marked with what they contained.
"Did the delivery guy like his tip?" Jimmy asked.
"He did. He couldn't stop staring at it," I giggled.
We both sat and started eating. The food from Pangs was always good. In fact, I would say excellent. It took us about half an hour to finish. We didn't eat everything that Jimmy ordered, we liked leftovers. I was quite full. Jimmy looked content.
"What's the movie you have for us tonight?" I asked as we both cleared the table.
"I don't know, but I was told it was sexy," Jimmy replied.
"How could you not know. Is this one of Carl's porno movies?"
"No, it isn't from Carl."
"Well, we're finished here. Let's go see what kind of movie you got," I said heading for the den.