Josie Murrell shoved her key into her front door with her free hand, her other hand grasping two shopping bags. Once she let herself in and shut the door behind her she sighed, leaning against her cream coloured wall in the hallway. She had a horrible day at work and now she felt a slight headache coming on. She walked slowly into the kitchen, her heels clacking on the floor. Josie turned on the lights in the room then placed the shopping bags on the floor and undone the buttons of her navy winter coat.
She was unaware that she was being watched.
"At least it's the weekend now," Josie muttered to herself as she slung her coat over a chair and opened the fridge. She stopped. "I might as well let my hair down- literally." So she did, she reached up and slid the pins out of her hair, the ones that kept her luscious flaxen curls up in a neat bun. As soon as the pins were gone, her hair cascaded down freely, way past her shoulders in appealing silky waves, golden in the light of the kitchen. Josie ruffled her hair a little to make it more bouncy then she began to unpack the shopping into the fridge. The house-phone suddenly went off, which made her jump slightly.
"Hello?" she said once she had picked up the phone.
"Hey baby," replied her husband.
A smile played out on Josie's peachy pink lips. "Heya honey. Why didn't you ring me on my mobile?"
"It's cheaper to ring you like this. I'm in my office, so horny and thinking about you."
This time Josie grinned, and sat around the table. She could imagine that, her Richard in his office, with a cheeky smile on his ever so sexy face. She thought about his deep azure eyes, glazed with smoky desire behind his trendy glasses, his business trousers with that massive bulk showing up around the crotch area. The thought was making her extremely horny too. "Come home Richard," she breathed, wanting to do so many things to him.
"I can't yet. I have to get this draft finished baby. I mean we're looking into tons of money here. If these trainers I'm working on get the estimated sales oh my we're talking millions..."
Josie found herself listening vaguely to what her husband was babbling on about. In fact, what he was saying (which was drifting from the topic of sex swiftly) grew faint in her ears, she just wasn't interested. It had always fairly been like this- Richard obsessed with his job and work, her wanting more time to him and for them to bond. She understood he liked to make money just as anyone else did, but the truth was that they were already financially stable- very stable with money in fact, however it didn't seem to be enough for Richard. They weren't the same as they were when they first married eight years ago when Josie was twenty. Josie sighed quietly.
Things had indeed been worse though. Two years ago...
How much Josie tried not to think of all she'd encountered two years ago she always found herself thinking about it increasingly. She never did really stop. She couldn't stop thinking about it. Thinking about him.
Even in the last five months when things had supposedly got on track again with Richard, she was so sure at the beginning of these five months that all what she had done and gave up was for the best. She loved Richard, oh how she did, but some nights, she found herself in bed alone, battling with emotions and feelings, crying herself to sleep, wanting someone to hold her. No, she knew who she wanted to hold her. She knew with a sentiment so strong it threatened to take over... sometimes.
"...Hey, Josie baby, you've gone real quiet honey," Richard suddenly said when he realised this, driving her to get out of her complex daydream.
"Sorry..." Josie said quietly. She looked up at the kitchen clock. "It's soon seven o'clock baby, when do you think you'll be back home then?"
"Erm.... Well I'll be a couple more hours," Richard said awkwardly.
"OK," Josie simply replied. If he thought he was going to just waltz in home around eleven o'clock looking for sex then he had another think coming. Josie had lost all zest to have sex that evening, even though it had been a week since she had a good seeing to by her husband.
"I love you baby!" Richard exclaimed happily, trying to make up for his recurring absence. "I love you too," Josie answered flatly. "Well I'm gonna go and unpack the shopping now. I love you, bye." She hung up.
She lifted her feet up in an attempt to curl in a little ball on the chair she was sitting on but when her clingy business skirt that just reached her knees prevented her from doing that she rode them up high, just about covering her intimate areas.
Her observer saw this and his breath caught in his throat. He could see her sexy underwear, her silk stockings and the suspender belt that held up the stockings, also there to make her underwear so much more alluring and as he watched her, he could have sworn he cummed in his casual jeans. He couldn't take it anymore!! No more watching...Action!
Josie stared at her expensive wedding ring, her hair falling past her face, feeling the rush of tears brimming around her eyes. The tears spilled over of course, and it was the same time her bell rung.
Josie sat up straight again and wiped the tears from her eyes and face. She sniffed as she slowly walked to her front door, her heels clicking on the floor again. She saw a tall figure behind the door and she was confused. Who was it?
She shook her head oblivious to any knowledge of who it could be and proceeded in opening the font door. Of course she got the shock of a lifetime when she saw who was on the other end.
"WHAAAT!" she yelped, in shock and panic as she tried to shut the door, but as she knew, he wouldn't let her. He jammed his foot between the wall and the door and then flung the door straight open. Josie jumped backwards and he let himself in nonchalantly.
"Oh my..." Josie held her hand in front of her mouth. She just couldn't believe this.
"Hello my angel," said Simon, her ex lover. She found herself staring at him- his huge manly figure, his shiny brown hair that was slightly messily about his face, his full sexy lips...his eyes! Oh she had missed those enchanting grey eyes, the roundness of it, the appeal and exoticness it had... she remembered all those times, their times of extreme pleasure and passion, how special he made her feel. How great he was at sex, how he could make her spray her pussy juice everywhere by just looking at her in that way he did sometimes, he possessed everything and more.
Since they had met in a bar two years ago Josie knew she was wrong to start fucking him, but she couldn't resist him, she was too weak for that. He gave her the love she wanted....but guilt made her choose even though he was cool with them just seeing each other how they were- for at least the time being anyway. She remembered one important time when they had been having sex all day at his house, him fucking her in almost all the holes she had, her moaning his name again and again, the smell of sex and sperm and pussy hovering around them.
After that she showered, got changed and went home, and as soon as she went through her door, Richard was there, waiting for her. Waiting to fuck her too. And she just couldn't take another fucking that night so she gave him a sloppy blowjob. She was so tired so she couldn't even perform at him well and her husband had always classed her previously as a 'top meat suck and cum cup'. He knew she didn't perform to her best standards too and he asked her what was wrong and she replied nothing. But it was the guilt. The guilt was squashing her, twisting her hair in thick knots and tangling her intestines in her belly.
In the end she chose. It was a long and hard decision, but she chose and she chose Richard. Simon was devastated, but he respected her decision and left, he even moved out of his flat and went further away.
He obviously didn't respect her decision enough. Because here he was, five months later, standing right before her.
"What- what are you doing here?" Josie questioned, feeling weak.
A sly grin appeared at the corner of Simon's sexy mouth. "Why do you think Jo? Take a good guess angel. But be careful, one guess only, and if you get it wrong I'm going to just get closer and tear your clothes off." As he said this, his sensual eyes travelled down to her hitched up skirt. Josie felt a stab of lust run through her when he said this but she looked too and quickly slid her skirt down, back to its normal length.
"You have to go Simon!" Josie ordered, her voice not quite so persuading. How ever many emotions were going through her, confusing her yet again, she was determined not to make anything happen out of this. She just couldn't, and then begin to live though that guilt again.
"I am not going anywhere- and don't say that your fag of a husband is going to be home soon, he's been coming in around eleven thirty or twelve for the last few days."
She looked at him, her eyes wide. "You've been watching me and my husband!?"
"Yes," he said unfazed, smiling even more. "I've been watching every little move you and your grubby husband has been making for about two weeks now. Well not so much your husband, but yes, you indeed. And I must say, it was a real turn on."
