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- Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
Lily is a stay at home house wife with a husband that's been extremely busy lately. She's been as supportive as she can but when she noticed a long strand of blonde hair along with a lipstick mark on her husband's dress shirt, she's devastated. Before she can even formulate a plan, her new washer and dryer arrive, along with two large, muscular black delivery men.
They easily carry the heavily appliances up through her house and start installing when a shelf in the room falls on one of them. She apologizes profusely, knowing that it was her husband's fault. He was supposed to fix the shelving months ago. She notices that the shelving somehow cut through one of the black men's pants and as her eyes linger, she notices the tip of his manhood sneaking out through the leg opening of his boxers. Her face turns bright red as they inform her that they won't tell the company about the mishap.
Lily thanks them and leaves, trying to hide herself away by telling them she needs to shower. As the hot water rushes past her body, she can't help but think about what she just saw. Her hands slowly move down her lower body when one of the two black men knock on the door. They need her to help check the piping as their hands are too large. Lily rushes out in her bathrobe, gets on her knees and looks. When she turns her head back to one of the men, she gets a clear view of what she thought she saw before. She decides that this is her chance for a little bit of revenge while also offering a great bit of compensation for the ripped pants...
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The sun peeked over the trees outside my window, slowly pouring its radiating warmth into the chilly bedroom. I rolled over and extended my hand out, hoping to feel my husband's chest but paused and sighed as I saw the empty spot where he was supposed to be. He had changed quite a bit since his latest promotion, spending long hours in the office.
I couldn't recall the last time we had even woken up or fallen asleep together. He would sneak in at night while I was sleeping before silently wandering out in the early beginnings of the morning. We had chatted about it once before, about his absence and he promised he'd try but things hadn't changed.
To try to spark our love life last month, I bought and wore a string bikini. It was difficult but I stayed up late until he came home, at which point, I had seductively walked over to him wearing nothing but open toed heels and the bright pink string bikini. He had given me a small nod of acknowledgement before telling me he was too tired and he had another busy day ahead of him.
It was quite honestly, one of the most disappointing nights I had ever experienced with him. My friends told me that he was most likely cheating. There was no way for a man to ever turn down sex unless he already had gotten some, they had told me. I brushed off their comments, but lately, their words echoed in my head.
I yawned and extended my arms upwards, arching my back as I wiggled my toes, stretching out as much as I could. The bed creaked slightly as I rolled to my side and off the side. Our new washer and dryer were supposed to arrive and I wanted to be presentable before they arrived. I excitedly headed into the closet.
The current washer and dryer had both suffered problems at the same time. I had to wait two weeks, watching as our clothes piled up in the closet. For a neat freak like me, it was quite the burden to watch the pile of dirty clothes build.
I dug through the pile, splitting the colors away from the whites and making sure to flip over any socks and jeans. It was a boring, laborious process but it had to be done, it wasn't like my husband was going to do it. I paused as pulled up one of his darker dress shirts.
He normally sent his dress shirts in for dry cleaning and I found it strange that it was in the pile of dirty clothes. It had a faint floral scent mixed with vanilla, which I found strange. I grabbed a hanger and placed the shirt on it, figuring I could hand it over to the dry cleaner's later.
After hanging the shirt, I continued cleaning up the rest of the pile. As I continued cleaning up the pile, I couldn't help but look back at the dress shirt. A strange nagging feeling was tugging away at me. He last wore that particular dress shirt when he had come home late smelling lightly of alcohol and smoke, which was strange for him.
My eyes caught a glint of something running alongside the collar of the shirt. I grabbed the dress shirt and pulled up the collar. There was a long strand of platinum blonde hair clinging to it, a third of it a dark brown. It was obviously a piece of bleached hair from a woman.
"That's strange," I whispered to myself.
I didn't want to jump to conclusions based on one strand of hair. There was always a chance that it could have just fallen on him while he was out. It didn't mean he was cheating on me or anything. I twirled the shirt around silently as the small bit of suspicion within me began to grow.
There was something else about the collar that was bothering me, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. I turned on the other closet light and stared at the collar of the shirt. It was a darker colored shirt, a navy blue, but there was something wrong with the collar. I leaned in, squinting as I stared at a small spot along the neck line.
"What is that?" I questioned.
My jaw dropped and I let out an audible gasp as I nearly dropped the hanger. It was obviously an outline of a bottom half of a lip. My free hand clenched into a fist as I stared at the dress shirt, anger slowly boiling over within me. The land strand of platinum blond hair and now this little lipstick mark, it was a bit too much. It was like something straight out of a drama on television, a stupid soap opera or a cheesy rom-com. My husband wasn't supposed to cheat on me; this wasn't supposed to happen to me.
I threw the dress shirt at the ground and bit my lower lip in anger. My body was red hot, consumed with anger as I clenched my fists. After all the patience I had shown him, he had gone and done the inevitable. At least that's what my friends would have told me; that it was inevitable based on his actions.
My doorbell rang, breaking me out of my trance. I grabbed a nearby silk robe and wrapped it around my body before rushing downstairs. It was most likely the delivery guys swinging by bring in and install the washer and dryer.
I wondered if it was possible to return the appliances, now that I found out about my husband's indiscretions. As I opened the door, I shook of the thought, thinking it too rude to ask the delivery men to take back the two heavy objects, especially through no fault of their own. I paused as I stared at a thick barrel chest, giant black shoulders sprouting off the side.
The man standing in front of her was massive, muscles seemingly bulging off of more muscles. My eyes wandered up his chest, up his thick neck to look up at him. He had a shiny bald head, sweat beading down as he grinned down at me. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, hanging low and revealing his navy boxer briefs and a bright white sleeveless undershirt, fully revealing his massively built arms that glistened in the sunlight.
"Good morning ma'am," he greeted.
"Uh... good morning," I replied, still amazed at the sheer size of the man.
He brought up [...]
