This is a little short story I wrote to go along a cheating fantasy custom I made for someone just in case anyone wants to give it a readđź’‹
Your phone rings. You think it’s your wife calling to say she got to the hotel safe but the name on the phone is “Selina”. It feels weird as you can’t remember last time she called you. You’re close but she’s your wife’s best friend and you don’t really spend time alone so she doesn’t usually have a reason to call you specifically. You answer and she asks if you’re at home. “I forgot my jacket in your bedroom last night” she says which makes sense because you know your wife sometimes stores the guest’s coats and bags there if it’s a larger gathering. “I’m on my way now to come pick it up” and she hangs up. She sounds like she’s in a rush. You hope she’ll be in and out of the house quickly because having her alone here feels too tempting. You think about how sexy she looked last night. She kept catching you looking but she didn’t mind. She gave you a little smile each time which only made your dick harder. It’s so frustrating having her around sometimes. Trying your hardest not to slip up and say or do something you shouldn’t as it could ruin everything. You wonder if she knows that xyz is gone. She left early this morning for a work meeting and she’s going to be away until tomorrow night. You got so lost in your thoughts you forgot you still needed to get dressed. You just had a shower and were ready to spend the rest of the evening chilling on the sofa enjoying the freedom of having the house all to yourself. You hear a knock on the door just as you finish getting ready. You feel nervous because as you were getting dressed you had a quick look around the bedroom and didn’t see a jacket there. Was she lying? Why would she be lying? You open the door and there she is. Looking up at you with her big beautiful green eyes. She’s wearing the black floral dress that you love. Last time she wore it you told her she looked beautiful in it. Did she wear it for you? You feel silly for even thinking that. She apologises for giving such little notice but you say it’s okay and you let her inside. “Is it okay if I go to the bedroom to grab it?” She asks almost looking… a little nervous? “Yeah of course” you follow her up the stairs to look for a jacket you know for a fact isn’t there and you feel a little guilty. Does she know it’s not there? You’re close behind her and you look at her bare back. Her tan skin glowing. Your eyes keep going down and focus on her curvy hips. You think “fuck it”. There might not be a time again when you’re alone together and you can admire her without the fear of someone catching you. You look at her round ass and how beautifully her dress wraps around it. You enter the bedroom and she stops. She turns around and you notice her cheeks are red. Nervous? Maybe. Needy? It catches you by surprise when she admits she knows her jacket isn’t there. She sits down on the bed and…
