Faithful Ch. 01

On the morning of the sale, Nancy woke to her husband's five o'clock shadow scratching at her neck, small little half asleep pecks along her ear, side of her face, neck and shoulders area. She felt his calloused hands move up her shirt, and cup her breasts as he became more passionate. She looked out the window, "Still dark outside, can't be past six in the morning, probably had some extra time before work to get off,"

So she beckoned him to move further by putting her hand down his pajama pants, and letting him slide his half hard cock inside her hand.

Then he stopped, with his mouth on her neck, and started snoring.

She was a very frustrated woman, and let him know by huffing loudly and rolling out of bed, and walking to the bathroom. She turned on the bathtub faucet with her heel once she was positioned the right way, and relaxed as the water poured relentlessly onto her sex.

Seconds later, she heard pounding on the bedroom door from her children, and was immediately thrown into "mom mode." "Well, that kills that idea," she said, with her pussy still throbbing.

At least she's got a light day at work, "Only one house to show, I can come home early and finish my business," she thought. She felt her vagina jump a little at this thought, and grinned.

She kissed her sleeping husband's forehead while he lay asleep in their bed, and went to work.

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"Five hundred dollars for what!?"

"You to show us this house without any panties," said the raven haired girl, "It's not like I'm asking you to be naked, you'll keep that cute little yellow sundress on; I just think it would be hot if you and I both had that little secret."

Nancy's pussy ached at this suggestion, and with the girl's father just going out to the car to grab some contracts she'd emailed him, he'd be back quick; so she needed to make her decision fast. She felt shivers down her back as her fingers played with the hem, and slowly pulled her panties down a little bit, staring at the large breasted girl who couldn't be over twenty three.

She decided it was easy cash, and she wouldn't let it go any further than that. She was foggy headed enough in her painfully turned on state that she didn't even get embarrassed when the girl picked the panties off the ground, running her finger over the wet part of her nearly soaked panties.

Chloe, her friend at work, had gotten this client for her, a widower named Jamie and his adopted step daughter Tiffany.

Tiffany said, "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" and handed her five folded hundred dollar bills. She'd put the money in her purse, and Tiffany had put the panties into the back of her jeans by the time Jamie came back inside.

Their little secret.

When he entered the foyer he was greeted by a wide eyed thirty-something blonde in a sundress, and his smiling step-daughter.

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Tiffany noticed the way she walked, going from room to room, a little more sway in Nancy's hips; and when she stopped walking, she seemed to arch her back a little bit. She even caught her glancing at her dad's crotch, and her own tits, despite not getting a lesbian vibe from the hot real estate lady.

Nancy herself was tired of walking, her pussy ached even more with every step; but she kept her professional composure.

"Only one more room," she thought to herself, "then I can go home and take care of this." It's all she could think about, and that little mischievous girl kept looking at her like she was lunch. "Did she just pull her top down intentionally to show me the top of her nipple?"

She thought of what she'd do to her husband when she got home, asleep or not, she needed cock.

"Just one more room," she said to the two people behind her, "and take your time on your decision."

When she entered the master bedroom, the daughter took her father's hand and said "We need to have a discussion, do you mind giving us some privacy?"

"The master bath is there on the right, you can check it out while you're talking," she said with a smile.

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It was surreal, and she must've been in shock from the sexual frustration, because when they emerged from the bathroom time slowed to a near stand-still. She could see the outline of Dad's raging hard-on; and it looked like Tiffany had removed her bra to show off her now hard nipples pushing the limits of her white spaghetti strap top.

The daughter crawled up onto the bed, upright, but on her knees, and placed her thong and Nancy's panties on the wooden headboard. She then turned to Nancy, arching her back and moving her hips slowly, she said "You can have your panties back, and mine too since you've been such a good sport about all this."

She put her hands behind on her lower back, and pushed her chest out, bit her lip, and made a pouting face at Nancy, who had begun to crawl up on the bed with her. She reached around with both hands, and grabbed both pairs with each hand; that's when Tiffany started kissing her neck sweetly.

They kissed and teased each other for what seemed like forever, until she felt the bed move from another person mounting it from behind her. She felt another set of hands pulling her sundress off, and another pair of lips biting into her neck/shoulder area.

Tiffany started sliding her fingers over her mound, and pushing her bottom half backwards to greet her father's engorged cock. Nancy gasped at the initial spreading of her lips by something a little thicker than she's used to, and in a hungry needful maneuver, pushed back and took him all the way in, and came nearly instantly, moaning into the mouth of his daughter.

Tiffany sat up against the headboard and spread her legs, and Nancy felt her hair pulled back and gripped hard against her neck, still sliding herself back and forth over the fantastically hard member, and felt herself being bent down, and her face pushed towards Tiffany's waiting mound.

She lapped at it hungrily, not really caring about foreplay, and heard the girl moan "Oh daddy," who rocked her even harder back and forth across his dick.

Screaming, coming, fucking; it was like a honeymoon in Sexland for the once faithful wife Nancy, hot, sweaty, and fulfilling.