My wife and I had been married about three years since graduating from college. We had strained our finances to buy a modest house. In order to save money we only had one car. So she took the bus to work in the city as the bus ran right by our house. I worked in a smaller city and drove our car to work.
My wife is a very short woman at five feet one inch. In college she had little sexual experience because no one wanted to go out with a girl who looked like a high school girl. At six feet I did not have the same problem and had slept around quite a bit.
Since I met her however there was no one else I wanted to be with, we clicked. Because her experience was limited and I did not want her to know about mine our sex life had become a little stale. Good and often but, unimaginative.
One day last July a storm was pouring down rain thunder booming and lightening flashing and the power went off at work. The boss sent everyone home. As I was leaving a girl who often kept notes for our workgroup was standing by the main door looking worried.
I asked her "what the matter Jen?" She said," my mother picks me up on her way home I don't know how I'm going to get home."
Now I should have known better because she has been making eyes at me bending over in front of me to let me look down her blouse and even a few crotch shots when she thought no one else was looking. But I asked anyway, "where do you live?" Her answer told me she only lived about two blocks from me. "Come on I'll take you", I said. We dashed to the car getting soaked on the way. She gave me a crotch shot when I opened the door for her and her skirt rose far up on her thighs when she got in. When I had run around the car and gotten in her silk blouse was almost transparent from the rain and she hadn't pulled her skirt down.
Now Jen was everything my wife wasn't tall and statuesque with long red hair with legs up to there. Plus she acted like she was plenty experienced. My dick became very uncomfortable in my soaked pants. As we drove we talked and she filled me in on the office gossip. Women always know that stuff and I was a bit surprised when she listed all of the people who were sleeping with each other. A few raunchy statements confirmed my suspicions that she was indeed experienced. Now I must admit I was thinking about the possibilities.
But that had nothing to do with my upstairs window being left open as we approached my house. I pulled in the drive and told her, "we left a window open let me close it". She followed me in and I went up and closed it when I came down I didn't see her but, heard something in the kitchen. When I went in there she was standing in front of the sink wringing out her half slip, her blouse and skirt were draped over chairs.
