Before I could even catch another breath, Liz was ushering me out of the room, her scantily clad pussy nothing but a brief memory and I was rushed down the stairs to the front door.
In the few seconds it had taken to enter the kitchen I had been unable to mutter a single word. Moving in some sort of daze and trance, whilst Liz busied herself, loading up my bag, quickening my exit out of the door.
“Honey?” I questioned!
“No babes” Liz interrupted me.
“Don’t question the decision you have made, don’t spoil the lovely image I’m going to have of you walking out that door, unsure and unbelieving that your wife is about to be with a hot younger man.”
“Just think, whilst you are at work, sitting around in that boring meeting, I’m more than likely going to be totally naked, with a stranger banging away at my married pussy, as I scream and orgasm all over our marital bed.”
As she spoke, Liz was either consciously or subconsciously straightening herself up, tussling her hair into some unknown new position.
I looked deep into her eyes, part of me wondering if she was just fucking with my mind, the other part questioning why I had left myself in this strange scenario and wondering whether this was all my fault, as it certainly felt like I had somewhere done something wrong.
Liz continued, “Look honey, there are no backsies or refunds on this!”
“I told you only a few moments ago, no matter if you change your mind, I was only going to go with your first answer. First instincts are always the most honest don’t you think.”
“I’m sure you will cross my mind during the day, maybe. Just like the thought of me being a dirty slut, may cross your mind.”
“Have a good day at work sweetie!”
With that she opened the door and guided me outside. Whilst a warm summer morning breeze hit me, the fresh air only rejuvenated that slightly gut wrenching feeling as I walked across our path, opened the door and got into the car.
As I turned the engine on and the motor turned over, I had my doubts, about whether my legs would operate the peddles.
I moved the car slowing out of the drive way onto the road.
Suddenly there was a,
TAP TAP!
I came to me senses with a rapping against the windows.
Just at the side of the car stood my wife, clear as day to any neighbours happening to be wandering about. I rolled the window down and my wife leaned into the window, her 36C tits jutting out at me through the window, leaning in like a lady of the night talking to a curb crawler.
Who knows how high that short slut dress was riding on her lovely curved ass.
“Honey, I could not let you go to work on a lie.”
“Sorry but I did tell you a slight lie whilst we were inside.”
The blood ran back to my feet and my hands, Oh My God, she had just been teasing me, but what a relief!
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