Lonely Housewife Series: The Complete Collection

by Careese Mills

  Kellie dropped to her knees and pulled his fully erect manhood from his dress pants. Shane threw his head back and shut his eyes as Kellie kissed the head of his penis softly. Her tongue snaked out and massaged the underside of the large crown, sending shivers through his nerve endings. Then she flattened her tongue and dragged it from the head to the base of the shaft, and then back over the shaft again from base to head. Her slender, manicured fingered fondled his tightening balls as she took the head between her lips and started lowering her head.

  Shane grunted in pleasure as he felt the warmth of Kellie’s mouth engulfing him, until her nose touched his stomach. Then she lifted off of his penis, took a deep breath and began to pump her head up and down, bobbing on his manhood. She wrapped just her thumb and forefinger around the base and lightly jerked it in time with her sucking, so that her lips met her fingers in the middle with each bob.

  Shane couldn’t take much more. He ran his hands through her luxurious black hair to get her attention, and she looked up at him, his penis still in her warm mouth. Wordlessly, he communicated to her that it was time to do it. There wasn’t time for proper foreplay.

  Kellie kicked off her skirt and slid on top of Shane wearing only her slip.

  “How’s Marcy?” she asked, referring to Shane’s wife of eight years.

  As Shane took ahold of his pulsating prick and slapped it between Kellie’s chocolate colored thighs, he responded “Fine, just fine. And your husband? How’s he?”

  “He’s great, got a promotion at work,” reported Kellie, continuing the small talk as she ran her hands over Shane’s abdomen, inside his half-unbuttoned shirt.

  “And the kids? Are they well?” Shane asked casually, as he thrust his cock forward, not so gently entering Kellie’s wet, tight warmth.

  Kellie gasped with pleasure and quickly composed herself enough to answer, “They’re great, how about yours?”

  Grunting, thrusting and lifting his hips off of the hard oak desk to impale Kellie’s sex from below, Shane replied, “They’re fine. Both on the honor roll.”

  The two secret lovers couldn’t keep the chat going. Lust had taken over.

  The window was ajar and a soft, sensual spring breeze blew in and caressed their exposed skin, as they started moving in unison, in a graceful dance. Their heart rates and breaths sped as they began to rise and fall, Shane’s throbbing, veiny penis pounding in and out of Kellie.

  The beautiful woman rolled with him, nearly falling off the desk, until he was on top, his sex never leaving hers, even as his pants fell to his ankles. Shane grit his teeth, his perfect hair becoming undone and dangling in his face. Over and over he thrust forward, pumping in and out of Kellie’s carefully shaved pussy. Their eye contact was intensely sexually charged, leading both of them on to higher and higher planes of sexual ecstasy.

  Kellie reached her arms behind her head, both of her hands grabbing the edges of the hard desk, to steady herself as the thrusts increased in speed and force. Her breasts jiggled temptingly, and Shane couldn’t help but grab one and knead the firm dark flesh in his hand, as he fucked his mistress harder and harder.

  A sheen of sweat had appeared on both attorney’s skin, making them almost shine with perspiration. The room filled with the sounds of their soft, subdued moans and grunts, their staggered breaths, the slap slap slap of skin hitting skin over and over, and the squeak of the legs of the old desk, threatening to collapse beneath them.

  As Kellie was jerked to and fro, she tried not to glance at the clock, but occasionally caught a glimpse in her peripheral vision, and registered the time. This all had to be timed perfectly.

  As if on cue, Shane’s hips bucked madly, and Kellie recognized the signs that he was nearing his climax. She was nearing her own as well. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Shane’s waist, pulling him closer in. With one hand, Kellie reached between her own legs and let her fingers tease her throbbing clitoris. With sex this rushed, there was no shame in helping yourself to cum, she thought to herself.

  Just a wet, hot moment later, she felt herself lose control, cried out, and reached her climax, causing her vaginal walls to flex, contract, and tighten. The sensation of her orgasm gripping his member even more firmly sent Shane over the edge as well. Trying to keep his groan quiet, but failing, his entire face turned red and veins became visible in his neck. He exploded, ejaculating deeply with a few final, violent thrusts into his beautiful colleague.

  Shane and Kellie lay there panting for a moment, trying to catch their breath, and waiting for the room to stop spinning. There was no time for cuddling either. Quickly, Shane slid out of Kellie and tucked his softening dick into his underwear. Kellie rose from the desk, straightened herself, and began re-buttoning her blouse. The two stepped in front of a floor to ceiling mirror and began the careful ritual of making themselves look exactly as they had before their wild session.

  They fixed their hair and clothes, wiped any sweat onto the window curtains, and Kellie fixed her smudged lipstick, scrutinizing herself in her compact.

  The final step was the cleverest of all. Every smoker ends a smoke break by freshening their breath, and maybe applying a little perfume or cologne, to dispel the scent of tobacco from them before returning to work. So, the two sexually frustrated attorneys did the same, only instead of covering the smell of cigarettes, they were masking the scent of sex- sweat and bodily fluids.

  For the finishing touch, they lit a cigarette, waved it around a little bit and then threw it out the window.

  They didn’t have time for sentimental words; those would come later, by text. For the time being they had to wordlessly hurry to the elevator and race back to their respective offices.

  When she reached her own cluttered desk, Kellie’s coworker, Janice Wickey was there, tidying up a stack of documents.

  “Have a good smoke break?” she asked.

  Kellie just smiled, trying to conceal the fact that she was still a little out of breath.

  “Hey, maybe I could join you for your next smoke break?” Janice added. Before she left the room, Janice whispered in Kellie’s ear, “I don’t smoke either,” and winked.

  Kellie froze. Questions floated around in Kellie’s head as she watched Janice walk out her office without a backwards glance.

  Discussion Guide

  1. What did you think about Kellie and Shane’s concern about each other’s families?

  2. Do you think having a threesome with Janice will complicate matters even more?

  3. Have you ever thought about having a sexual adventure at work like the couple in this story?

  Boudoir Sessions

  By

  Careese Mills

  Copyright © 2013

  All rights reserved.

  Tammy Brighton, a beautiful blond in her early twenties, could not understand why her husband of about a year was neglecting her. Night after night her husband Dylan would call to say he’d have to stay late at work, and then be absent practically all night. Even when Tammy texted him, there would be no reply. The next morning he’d be there when she woke up, reappearing as mysteriously as he disappeared.

  After a while Tammy began to suspect that Dylan had found someone else. Her mind filled with insecurities... ‘Is it me? Am I unattractive to him? Is he bored with me?’

  Tammy vowed to become as close to “the perfect wife” as humanly possible. She bought some new, very flattering clothes. She kept their Manhattan apartment spotlessly clean, never nagging Dylan when he left a mess, or tracked mud into the den by not removing his shoes. She bought new cookbooks, hoping to surprise Dylan with amazing culinary treats... but he rarely made it home for dinner, and she wound up eating it alone, or inviting her best friend Cherie over to help her eat it.

  Cherie was the only person Tammy could confide in completely about this and she was painfully aware of everything Tammy was doing to try to get her husband’s attention. The two were old friends, and Cherie hated to see Tammy like this, a young, beauti
ful, loving woman reduced to such a pathetic state. She’d suggested many times that Tammy just leave him, find someone more deserving, but Tammy was determined to woo back her distracted hubby.

  One day, with Dylan’s birthday approaching, Cherie gave Tammy the business card of an acquaintance, a photographer, specializing in seductive boudoir shoots. She suggested Tammy get in touch with him, and pose for pictures, in hopes of recapturing Dylan’s attention.

  Tammy made the date, and when the day came, she was a nervous wreck. She had never done anything quite like this, and wasn’t sure she could pull it off. She knocked on the door to the photographer’s studio and the door was opened by a handsome young Jamaican man with soulful hazel eyes, cheeks with charming dimples, and a calming smile, that immediately made her feel more at ease.

  “Tammy? Hi, I’m Jamar. Jamar Denton. Come in, please!”

  The studio was a bare room with tall windows, a large bed with black sheets, and some photography and lighting equipment, already set up. Jamar and Tammy made some small talk, as he got things ready and she changed out of her street clothes into a tight form-fitting black lacy teddy, stockings and heels. She looked mouthwatering; especially the way the teddy’s corset structure pushed her ample cleavage up and together. She wasn’t comfortable, though. She kept looking in the mirror self-consciously, wondering if she had what it takes to turn her husband’s head.

  It was obvious to Jamar that Tammy wasn’t relaxed. He was used to that from models, and knew just how to speak soothingly and reassuringly to get them to forget their inhibitions. However, even when he casually suggested poses to her, she didn’t seem to relax, and the photos were looking awkward and forced.

  He set the camera down. Time to try a different approach, he thought to himself.

  “Tammy, would you care for some wine?” Jamar asked.

  “If you think that would help,” she shrugged her shoulders.

  “Yeah, I find it helps set the mood. And we might just need it to get through this.” Jamar said, pouring two glasses of white wine and handing one to the beautiful, scantily clad blonde.

  The pair took a break from shooting to enjoy the excellent wine and chat. Tammy found that the “liquid courage” was making her feel more relaxed and uninhibited. By the second glass she’d begun telling Jamar about her marital problems, even letting it slip that she and Dylan hadn’t slept together for six months.

  To this, Jamar raised an eyebrow and said, “Well the question is, is it love or lust you want from your husband, because those are two very different things.”

  Tammy began to ponder the question, when, all of a sudden, Jamar leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Tammy was too shocked to pull away, and closed her eyes, parted her lips and began to touch her tongue to his. The kissing became making out as the handsome photographer ran his hands through her blond hair. Finally, when all of her signals seemed to give the green light, he traced his fingers over her partially clad chest, and unbuttoned her lingerie top, letting it drop to the bed. She moaned as he leaned forward and caught one of her full, erect nipples in his mouth, squeezing the other at the same time between his thumb and forefinger.

  The pair descended to the bed, and Tammy eagerly pulled off the Jamaican man’s shirt. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on his dark, soft skin, and toned torso. When they were fully naked, Jamar reached to the bedside table, opened a drawer, and produced a condom.

  Watching him roll the condom over his enormous and throbbing manhood, Tammy asked if the condoms were kept there because they are part of the job.

  Jamar laughed. “I take my job as seriously as I take my health.”

  The love making that followed was passionate and sensual. It started slow, with Jamar on top, softly rocking to and fro, his member just barely passing into Tammy’s sex. When Tammy was too aroused to control herself, she wrestled him to his back and began riding him, hard. The bed squeaked and the hot photographic lights pointed at them brought out a shiny sheen of sweat on their contrasting light and dark skin.

  Tammy orgasmed like never before with Jamar following soon after, gripping her slim hips tightly.

  Afterward, the lovers lay there, in fulfillment. Tammy was looking at her own reflection in the mirror, and realized how radiant and beautiful she looked. Hair tussled, sweaty, rosy cheeked, she looked like a woman who was loved, and knew her own sexual power.

  Jamar, noticing Tammy admiring herself, kissed her shoulder and said, “OK, now you are ready to take the pictures.” The photo shoot resumed, this time producing stunning, erotic images.

  Two weeks later, Tammy received a manila envelope and tore it open. She almost felt like crying when she saw the lovely 8x10 glossy prints. She looked like a sex goddess. Attached, was a note from Jamar, with only these three words:

  “Love or lust?”

  Dylan walked into the room, and Tammy just had time to hide the note under the covers, and hand him the photos. Dylan’s eyes lit up when he saw the images, and she could tell he was aroused.

  “Damn girl!” he said with a smirk, “If you looked like that every day, I’d be home more often!” He winked at her and patted her behind as he left, saying, “I’ll be home early tonight.”

  After the door shut, Tammy found herself saying out loud, “Yeah, but I won’t be.” With that she began to pack her bags.

  Discussion Guide

  1. What kind of person do you think Tammy is?

  2. Why do you think Cherie suggested boudoir sessions to her friend?

  3. Do you think Dylan was cheating on his wife or that Tammy jumped to conclusions?

  Bonus Story

  (Intro to the Happy Housewife Series)

  Bullet Proof

  By

  Careese Mills

  Copyright © 2013

  All rights reserved.

  Cooper held Alyssa’s hand as they approached their enclosed stylish swimming pool. The hotel suite they’d checked into for the night was opulent and romantic, and the private pool was the best feature. The couple, in matching hotel robes, eagerly dipped their feet in to test the clear blue water, glowing from lights beneath the surface. The moonlight that poured in from the skylights above glimmered on both of their faces. It was a nice contrast, being in the heated pool room, versus the chilly autumn weather that waited for them outside.

  With hardly a sound Alyssa slipped gracefully into the water, leaving her robe behind. Cooper stepped back and grabbed his bag. From it he produced a plain black box, tied with a ribbon.

  “What’s that?” Alyssa asked, resurfacing, her hair matted down.

  “I’ll show you” Cooper answered. He sat and dangled his legs into the water, as Alyssa swam back to him.

  Untying the ribbon, he slid the cover off, and showed his lover the contents. It was a pink “bullet” sex toy, a small vibrating nub. Alyssa made a perplexed face. “What is it?” she asked innocently.

  Cooper smiled. Alyssa had always been a bit of a shy, quiet “good girl”, and although Cooper was immensely turned on by her, he felt a strong desire to help her explore her more animalistic, lusty side. This special romantic getaway was partly an experiment, to see if he could bring out some of Alyssa’s deeply buried beast.

  “I’ll show you”, answered Cooper, as he shed the robe and slipped into the cool water beside her.

  Alyssa already suspected that the mysterious gift was a sex toy, but was too bashful to say it. She was slightly nervous when Cooper offered to demonstrate it, but one look at his winning, handsome smile, and she felt her inhibitions begin to evaporate.

  As he slipped the bullet into the water, he winked at her and said, “Don’t worry, it’s waterproof.” Alyssa felt the familiar tingles as Cooper placed his hand tenderly on her sides, beneath the water, and guided her forward to the concrete steps in the pool. He guided her to sit on the step below him, her shoulders and head above the water, his torso above the surface, just behind her, pressing his chest to her back.

  His li
ps leaned in to her ear and whispered sensually, “First, let’s get rid of this...”

  With that his finger tugged at the strings that held her bikini top on, and loosened them, allowing the top to float away on the surface of the glowing blue/green water. The light from within the pool illuminated Alyssa’s breasts, each topped with a rock hard nipple. Cooper cupped one of them and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Close your eyes,” he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. Alyssa closed her eyes and leaned her head back, resting it on Cooper’s naked shoulder.

  Cooper felt himself becoming erect in his loose fitting trunks. He reached down into the smooth water and parted his lover’s legs. Then, as Alyssa exhaled in a half-moan, he pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing her sex.

  His hand holding the bullet descended, until the plastic nub was pressed against Alyssa’s clitoris. Her torso went rigid for a moment, but relaxed when he kissed the back of her neck. He turned the wireless, very powerful toy on, to a low setting. Bubbles rose from the water and Alyssa made an adorable gasp of pleasure. The vibrations sent throbbing impulses through her body, although still subtle and sensuous.

  “Cooper...” she sighed, in a shaking voice that was half objecting and half begging for more. He did the latter, beginning to move the bullet to and fro around the fold of skin that housed her throbbing clit. His other hand submerged, and reached down her thigh to her pussy. He teased the lips of her vagina a bit, before fingering her with two fingers. In response, Alyssa’s lips parted, and her cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

  Alyssa’s hands reached out to steady herself, the right finding a pole of the pool’s ladder to grip, and the left gripping the side of the step. She leaned forward, lifting her hips slightly, allowing her lover easier access to her most intimate area.