1. My Pizza Slut


    Date: 12/26/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: shootersr9, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    the way towards our back door, I noticed her attire or rather lack thereof. All she had on was a pair of sandals, a pair of tight short and a thin white tank top that did everything it could do to accentuate the ripe melons beneath it. She had noticed my sweaty condition and said, "You look like you could use a long, hot shower Mr. Z," which was a nickname she had begun to call me due to the first initial of my family name. Looking back I can't say for sure if I'd heard it because of the way my over-sexed brain was wired or if she had actually meant for the words to relay a secret double meaning, as though she'd put more emphasis on the words ‘long hot shower'...but the next thing I knew I was listening to myself say, "It'd be hotter if you joined me." In a mere ten seconds all of the following details took place and seemed to transpire at a much slower pace than they probably did: I forgot to inhale as I thought about what I'd just said and suddenly hoped that she hadn't heard me. Too late; she stopped dead in her tracks, slowly turned around and stood staring back towards me within the shaded garage. I began to see a pictorial; images of my wife looking angry, followed by my daughter looking hurt and then of all my neighbors whispering about me behind my back. Instead of any of those things happening, what I did see and hear had nearly the same shocking effect on me. Whitney's mouth opened slightly; I noticed the edges of her white teeth, the hint of tongue tip traveling ...
    along her lips, playful blue eyes and her hair glistening in the mid-day sunshine as she spoke directly to me and said, "Too bad, I've already had my shower today." Then she spun around and continued on inside the house, all the way shaking her tight little ass in an exaggerated stride that erased all doubts that she was putting on a show for my benefit. I stood still for at least a full minute as I felt the thickness of my sex organ begin to deflate just a tad, not realizing it had swollen that much throughout t he previous minute or two. In the tight cut-offs I wore I couldn't help but wonder if she'd noticed although I'd seen no evidence thereof. My brain must've told my body to breathe again, as I felt the trickle of sweat run from my neck down my back, causing me to shiver as if I were chilled. Or was it the delicious image of the way she strutted for me, knowing my eyes were glued to her shapely backside? I turned and walked to the workbench, leaning my back against it as I replayed the scene over and over. Had she said what I think she said? She must have, I finally concluded, because I surely hadn't imagined it! But alas, as the hanging wall clock ticked by on its endless circular voyage...I realized that even though the words had come from her, she was certainly only teasing the older father of one of her best friends. I shrugged it off as teenaged folly and went inside the house for that suggested shower. As I walked inside I became aware of just how warm it was ...
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