HOUSEWIFE DESIRES

Chapter 2: I Let Them Touch Me and Lose Control

The next afternoon I’m a nervous wreck.

I’ve changed outfits three times. Finally settled on a simple white sundress — thin, easy to lift, no bra underneath like Vanessa told me. My nipples are already tight just from the fabric brushing them. I keep glancing at the clock, pussy throbbing with shameful anticipation.

This is wrong. I’m married. Mark’s face flashes in my mind — his tired smile before he left — but it does nothing to stop the slickness coating my inner thighs. I need this. I need them.

The doorbell rings and my heart slams against...