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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  P.S.

  Chapter 1

  It was June 3rd when we closed the deal on our new home. I can remember that day clearly because we were both so happy. Grins were spread across our faces. Later when I stubbed my toe on my dresser, I was still grinning like a happy fool. I think the happiness extended further than just the fact that we'd be able to say goodbye to our crappy apartment with its toilet that constantly clogged or goodbye to our crappy landlord who often came in unannounced despite the numerous times we told him that was extremely illegal. I think it stemmed from the fact that having a house was a reflection that we had finally made it. We were no longer the DINKs next door. Soon, we would be able to finally start a family beyond the two furry-footed friends we had.

  I have to admit that when my husband first told me that someone had died in the master bedroom, I hemmed and hawwed about closing on the house for a few days. It certainly freaked me out a lot more than I suspected it would. I always thought if someone could save a few thousand dollars because of someone else's misfortune, why wouldn't you capitalize on that? But it turned out it was a lot different when you're actually presented with the scenario.

  “Elizabeth,” my husband said, “the realtor only told us that because she had to. Just because someone died from alcohol poisoning in our home doesn't mean we shouldn't be able to enjoy it. Isn't saving so much money worth that?”

  It was. I decided to not let it bother me. Push it out from the back of my mind. That was around a month ago, and today we finally were able to start moving into the new house. It was a four bedroom, situated on a cul-de-sac, and painted a pale yellow. My husband didn't like the color of the house, but I loved it. It seemed very 1950s and had a nice little quaint feeling to it. Granted, the house had several problems with it, but my husband and I had agreed we would use the weekends to try and fix up the joint. Even with all the issues with the house and the unfinished basement, we were still happy it was our own.

  I have to say, I really hate moving. I think I moved around once a year when I was in college and despite multiple promises that we would stay in an apartment until we got a house of our own, there would always be one reason or another to move as soon as our lease expired. Moving is so expensive and no matter how prepared you are, something goes wrong. This time, it had started to slightly drizzle right as we were loading our stuff into the moving van which gradually got heavier and heavier. By the time we were loaded and ready to head over to our new home, the rain was the size of small pellets. Which is just great, I tell you, because both my mother-in-law and I had been checking the weather report for the last week and they had only reported a 10% chance of rain.

  Naturally, the water mixed up with the ground and became mud which coated everyone's shoes with the stuff. And that mud got tracked right onto the carpets of our brand new home (at least, it was brand new to us.) Sometimes I can be really anal about certain things, and shoes inside my home is one of them. Of course, I had to concede to the fact that people would be walking in and out of the house with their shoes on all day – there was no way around that. I normally ask people to take their shoes off before coming in, that's how anal I am about having shoes on my carpets. Add mud to the mix and I was just about freaking out.

  Luckily for me, my husband knew exactly what to say and when to say it. As soon as he saw the panic setting in my eyes, he drew me to the side and told me not too worry about it too much. We could just hire someone to clean the carpet. Despite his reassurances, anytime I saw one of the movers dragging in huge piles of mud across the carpet, I still grimaced.

  It was a long, hard day. One of the movers broke something in one of the boxes will setting it down a little too heavily. There were towels scattered across the ground, covering up the stink of the mud that was rubbed all into the carpet. Everything we ever owned was scattered around randomly in boxes. Still, at the end of the day we sighed with relief that it was all over.

  We had just enough energy to assemble our bed before collapsing into it. At least, I did anyway. As soon as I hit the mattress, my husband was climbing on top of me with a grin spread across his face.

  “Not going to sleep, are you?” he asked with the same grin plastered all over his face. He began to rub his hands up and down my sides. I welcomed the warmth from his hands and stretch out like a baby kitten might.

  “I'm so tired. How can you even have energy to think about doing anything like that?” I teased him.

  “We have to break in our bed in our new home...” he answered as he began to lick and bite at my tender neck. I pushed him gently away.

  “Just let me rest my eyes for a bit,” I protested, receiving the saddest look known to man. “I promise. Just give me fifteen minutes.”

  As soon as I hit the pillows it felt like I fell into a deep slumber. Still, my husband made good on the fifteen minute mark. He must have turned off the lights to the bedroom, because it was pitch black inside our new bedroom as I was slowly dragged out of my sleep by the feel of his tongue between my legs. I could feel his tongue sliding over my outer lips and the juices between my legs were already flowing. I was still wonderfully relaxed from coming out of my sleep, but feeling my husband's tongue slid around the folds between my legs made my toes curl. His tongue was teasing me, never touching my swollen clit and I moaned a little from the playful torment. I felt his hands running over my thighs and calves before pushing up underneath my butt. He used his hands to raise my hips towards his tongue which was still exploring my wet folds.

  Slowly, my husband pushed his wet tongue up inside me and I let out a little gasp. I welcomed his tongue by spreading my legs wider. His tongue slipped further inside me and I felt him begin to furiously flick the inside of me. I wrapped my hands into the blankets beside us, clenching them as my husband continued. I began to grind towards my husband's face, as he began to steadily bob his head up and down. He moved his tongue onto my clit, slipping two of his fingers inside my wet pussy. As he moved his fingers inside me and continued to playfully lick my clit, I knew it wouldn't take long until I reached my orgasm. I let out a low moan to warn my husband I was about to reach my climax and with one final flick of his tongue juices began to squirt out from me as waves of intense pleasure swept through my body. I could feel the juices from inside me shooting out, drenching the sheets around my hips as my husband pushed his tongue up against my clit and held it there. As I finished my orgasm I felt my husband rise from between my legs, plopping down beside me. I wrapped my arms around him, playfully biting his ear.

  “Are you done?” I teased, and he let out a fake snore in response. I continued to lick playfully at his ear until he rolled out of my grasp. I pouted a little; I wouldn't have minded having his huge cock come inside me – in fact, I would have welcomed it.

  Chapter 2

  I woke up before my husband the next day, so as I rolled out of bed I decided to make him some breakfast which involved a quick trip to the store. I had a lunch meeting w
ith some of my coworkers at around noon, so I only made myself a little something to eat. As my husband came shuffling into the kitchen rubbing at his sleep encrusted eyes, I was pleased with my perfect timing. I had just finished dishing the steaming food onto our plates and was getting ready to go wake him up. Luckily for me he woke himself up; sometimes he can be a big pain.

  Yawning, my husband slumped down into one of the empty chairs at the kitchen. I let him continue to wake himself up as I poured a cup of coffee for the each of us. As I set the cup in front of him, I leaned in and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

  “Thanks for last night,” I cooed as I sat myself across from him with my own cup.

  “What do you mean?” he replied, raising his cup and taking a huge gulp. He began to immediately smack his mouth open and closed reacting to the still burning liquid.

  “For eating me out,” I purred. I lifted my foot and and rubbed a toe along his calf.

  “I didn't eat you out last night,” he said with half of a laugh. His sincere quizzical look told me that he wasn't playing around. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

  “Well, you certainly did,” I said with my own confused laugh.

  “Maybe I was sleep eating,” my husband joked. Bravely he swallowed more of his coffee. “Was I any good?”

  “Better than when you're awake,” I answered, smirking mischievously. I played my words off as though they were a joke; I didn't know if my husband would be offended or not that he actually had been better than he normally was.

  We finished our breakfast, discussing what we had planned for the day. My husband would laze around the house, maybe unpacking one or two boxes while I was gone for my lunch meeting. After I was back from the meeting, we would tackle on at least getting the kitchen in order. Knowing us, we would probably find a perfectly good reason to push it off until tomorrow.

  After breakfast, I started getting ready for my meeting. I hopped into the shower, soon followed by my husband. He helped me shower by rubbing my favorite soap all over my body, and I teased him by running my soapy breasts against his body. Knowing my husband loves playing in the shower, I got on my knees to thank him for last night, whether he remembered it or not. After he came in my mouth, I got out of the shower and continued getting ready for work. I dressed in a simple, blue button-down shirt and a patterned skirt that fell down to my knees and after quickly fixing my hair and applying a thin layer of makeup, I was out the door.

  As I was on my way to the restaurant we were supposed to meet at, I got a call from our office's assistant Jane. She told me that my boss wanted us to meet at the office instead where we would cater lunch while he went over a powerpoint presentation. I wasn't surprised at all at this last turn of events and by now in my career I was over getting annoyed at my boss's antics. Instead, I simply changed course and headed my way down to our office.

  As I scrambled out of my car, I could tell I was the last person to make it. Luckily, my office is extremely casual so I wasn't really worried about being late at all. I walked into the office and greeted Jane who was sitting behind a computer screen, the light flickering off of her glasses. She told me what room the meeting was being held and I made my way there. Entering the room, I saw my other two co-workers, Tim and Alan, sitting at a round able. They were both buried deep into their smartphones. At the front of the room, my boss Rita was busily fiddling with a computer, trying to display it on a projector. I plopped myself between Tim and Alan, who both looked up from their smartphones and gave me a friendly greeting. If it weren't for the fact I was married, I would have definitely slept with the both of them. My boss Rita probably would have encouraged me, too. Like I said, we're a very casual office.

  “Jen, I think you get to be the deciding tiebreaker,” Alan chirped friendly as I began to unload the contents of my suitcase in front of me. Binder, pen, smartphone, and so forth.

  “It's either Chinese or burritos,” Tim chipped in. I should have known they would unleash something like this onto me as soon as I walked in. I swear, I don't think those two have agreed on anything since they've started working together.

  “What has Rita voted for?” I said.

  “She's Switzerland,” Tim said.

  “Ho, hum, I think Chinese sounds good,” I decided after a second. When the words are out of my mouth, Tim let out a groan and Alan happily slapped his hands together in victory.

  As Tim placed the order for Chinese, I went up and helped Rita with the computer. Even though she's an older lady, she's actually very hip and current. Still, I knew that technology was her bane. She was a little prideful when it came to asking the men for help, and sometimes they could be a little oblivious. After a few minutes of fiddling with the computer, the projector lit up on the back wall.

  I took my seat once again between Alan and Tim as Rita began her presentation, trying hard to keep my mind wandering back to the feelings of last night. As much as I liked Rita and loved being her employee, she always failed to make her presentations the least bit interesting. She reminded me a lot of a teacher I had back in high school who was supposed to teach us biology, but always ended up giving us an hour long nap instead.

  As Rita continued her presentation, I felt a hand flit up over my knee and up my thigh. I threw Alan, who was sitting closest to me, a dirty look. He caught my angry stare and gave me a look of confusion. I shook my head firmly no, and then tried to focus back onto Rita's presentation. A few minutes later, I felt another hand teasing along my leg. This time, I had been looking over at Alan and saw him fiddling a pen through both of his hands. Casually, I dropped my pen down to the ground and reached over to pick it up. As I did so, I threw a glance towards Tim, who was sitting across the table from me and saw that he had his legs tucked up underneath him, so it couldn't have been his feet. I raised back up, confused once again. Then it hit me. The air conditioner in the room must have been sending currents through the room that made my skirt flow up against my skin and made it feel like a hand had been touching me. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing; I felt really bad about throwing Alan a dirty look and thought how funny it would be later when I went to explain to him what had happened.

  About twenty minutes into the presentation, the delivery guy came with our Chinese. We took a break and ate before returning to Rita's presentation. Around five minutes in, I once again felt a sensation that felt like someone was running their hands on my legs. It was like a gently brushing of fingers against my calves that traced their way up to my inner thighs. The fingers felt down to my knees and then up my groin, stopping before they touched my pussy. Almost involuntarily, I opened my legs slightly, enjoying the teasing sensation.

  I felt my panties being pushed to the side and a tongue pushing up against my folds. I loved the teasing so much I felt a little wet down there already. There were light kisses and slow deliberate strokes of the tongue up against the wet folds between my legs. As the licking continued, I began to slowly part my legs further. I scooted my chair further so more of my body was underneath the table. I began to twist my hands together above the table to give them something to do so I wouldn't start touching myself during the meeting. As I looked around, I saw that the rest of my co-workers were busying themselves by pretending to be intrigued by Rita's presentation. I turned back towards the images projected on the wall, trying to hide the flush spreading on my face.

  The phantom tongue began to circle my wet folds and my juices began to flow more heavily. It began to flick across the opening between my legs, slowly beginning at the bottom and tracing its way up, teasing me with the idea of going inside of me. I felt the folds between my legs being pushed opened and a wet tongue diving up inside me. I continued to chew my lip and focus my eyes on the screen, desperately trying to stop myself from letting out moans. Pressure was pushed up against my pussy and I let the phantom tongue beginning to circle around my swollen clit, descending quickly into kisses and licks. Grasping my clit between invisible lips, I felt a tongue gently
thrusting and rolling around my button. Just as I realize I'm slowly reaching an orgasm, I felt the tip of what feels like a finger pushing into my pussy. After being licked and teased for so long, feeling my pussy filled made me go nuts and I began to orgasm. I felt my panties and skirt being drenched as the intense pleasure of my orgasm rolled through my body. The intensity of it was too much and I let out a long moan.

  As I finished my orgasm, I remembered with alarm where I was. Looking around I saw my co-workers looking at me with curiosity. Feeling an embarrassed flush covering my face, I tried to duplicate my previous moan and then turn it into a sneeze.

  “Excuse me,” I said, trying to convince them with fake sniffling. I rubbed my nose with my hand in good effort.

  “Are you okay?” Rita asked me, her hands paused over her computer.

  “Yeah,” I answered, gulping and praying silently they fell for my bluff. “Must be the dust in the air, that's all.”

  Chapter 3

  After our lunch meeting, I hastily make an excuse to get back home to my husband. I wondered if I should tell him about what happened to me. At the same time, I wondered what exactly did happen to me. I convinced myself I must have fallen asleep during Rita's presentation and had a very vivid dream. The eating out I had dreamed about felt a lot like my husband's from the previous night. As I pulled into our new driveway, I was sure that my body had enjoyed the experience so much it just decided it wanted a replay.

  I rushed into my new home, immediately seeking out my husband. He was sprawled out on our couch, and a quick look around told me he hadn't done anything of note except play games on his tablet. I crouched beside him and told him through giggles what had just happened. As I continued through my story, my husband became more intrigued by the minute. At the end of my story, I teasingly lifted up my skirt to show him my drenched panties.