She was SO frustrated; her loving but sometimes grumpy husband had just taken the kids out for their weekly jaunt to watch football, and she was beside herself with deep rooted need and lust. HE had been texting her again, with promises of wild and unfettered sexual abandon, like something out of Lady Chatterley's Lover.
She dragged her teeth over her lower lip wantonly. She knew how much of a filthy knave this man was, how it wouldn't amount to anything significant in the way that she wanted, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted, no--NEEDED more in ways that only he would know how to satisfy. She felt herself squirming in her seat, finding it difficult to sit still with the ongoing state of arousal between her legs.
She fired off a text in response to her potential paramour. It simply said, when do u want to meet?
Seconds later, he responded with the request for a steamy photo. She mussed up her hair, and lifted her red silk blouse to reveal her best Laura Ashley underthings. She eased out one of her generous breasts with one hand, and took a provocative photo complete with the obligatory duck-face pout that was typical of such pictures.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, she felt ALIVE having just stepped well and truly over the line into indiscretion with this deeply attractive but ultimately terrible man. She knew what she was doing, but she did it anyway. She could hold herself together no longer, and eased one hand southwards to deal with her more immediate problem. She drifted off inside her own mind, thinking about all the things he would do to her and let her fingers dance around until..
Her husband came crashing through the door with the kids, right at the point where she was breathless and sweating, SO close to climax but wrenched cruelly away at the last moment. His face was lined with anger and betrayal. He was holding a phone in his hand that she didn't recognise, it wasn't his usual flashy piece of tech.
"What's this you treacherous bitch?!" He hissed through his teeth, the kids running off into the living room to mess around on their X-Box, completely oblivious to the situation.
The attractive sexpot that she had so desired was her husband all along, and she had just been outed as a cheating wife..