Bree strolled into the house. She wore knee high black boots, her long tanned thighs stretched up to her tight black mini skirt. Her smooth tanned stomach was on full show and her large firm tanned tits tried to bulge out of the top of her tight pink top. The image was completed with tumbling loose blonde locks flowing down her back and stylish sunglasses which she raised onto the top of her head to reveal her sparkling blue eyes.
She towered above the 5 foot 2 Doreen who hobbled about the kitchen having twisted her ankle gardening. Tom couldn't take his eyes of Bree's body. God, she was hot and she knew it.
"What have you done Doreen?" Bree asked.
"She fell when gardening and the doctor said she mustn't use the stairs for a week. She will have to stay down here on the couch," Tom said with a gleam in his eyes.
"How was your day Tom, another hard day in the office?" Bree asked casually. She knew he had been hard enough in the morning on top of her on his desk.
"I think I might go upstairs for a bath whilst Doreen prepares the meal." Tom said. "What are you doing Bree?" he said as he walked to the door.
"I think I will go upstairs until we eat. Do you mind Doreen? You look weary today. Are you worrying about Tim?" she said.
"Of course" she said not looking round.
"I think Tom should use his influence to get Timmy home," said Bree as she smiled at the enormous strain Tom's trousers seemed to be under at the groin area.
Tom had to hide himself behind the door, his erection was so obvious, as Doreen spun round to say:
"I agree dear, Tom you must."
"I am not sure that I can, I am going for a bath." With that he walked upstairs. Why would Bree want Tim back when she had so clearly chosen him ahead of little Timmy.
Bree patted Doreen on the back. "I will convince him. Don' worry D."
She turned her back on the grateful Doreen and headed for the stairs.
Tom lowered himself into the hot bath, it was a large luxurious bath but the water could not cover his huge thick erection. He thought of Bree in her sexy outfit downstairs and his cock stretched and strained in his hands. The bathroom door was open and he looked to see Bree standing at the door. She placed her sunglasses on the shelf and bent forward to unzip her boots. She looked incredible. "Don't you want to fuck me in front of him again. He could be killed out there. Don't you want the rumours to spread that Tim is married to that hot babe but it is Tom that gets the job done. I do. I need the excitement. This is too easy, that stupid old woman could never catch us," she said peeling her top over her head. "Timmy knows but he will accept that you are the better man and live as my little cuck."
"You convinced me, now get in here."
"Funny that, I thought I could."
"I thought you might want him back, I..."
"Insecurity doesn't suit you, besides you have something he doesn't," she said licking her full lips and lowering her naked body into the bath.
Bree reached for her cosmetics bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. She oiled her tits, her stomach, her shoulders, her thighs, his cock.
She lowered her hair into the water, it darkened and stuck to her back. Her body shone at him. His cock throbbed like never before. He had never seen it look bigger. It slid effortlessly through her hands. He grunted as his eyes went from her hands on his dick, slowly wanking him to her huge full tits bulging at him to her sexy "innocent" face, her eyes sparkling with pleasure and mischief.
After 20 minutes on the edge of agony and heaven, he reached to grab her tits. He knew that would take him over the edge. She grabbed his hand and slowly shook her head. She continued wanking his thick cock.
"Poor Doreen, don't you wish it was your wife here and not me, your son's future wife?"
