Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 36-37

Selvam found the front door open. It's been a while since he came inside the house as he would deliver the milk to the empty vessel and leave. He frowned and looked around.There was no one in sight. Puzzled, he stepped in and quietly shut the door.. He heard the bedroom door click and looked. Kayal stood at the entrance of the bedroom dressed in a transparent cotton saree, low neck blouse and petticoat tied so low that he could see her navel. She smiled down at him and his heart skipped a beat. She really was something else. It's been three weeks since he saw her as her uncle had forbidden her from meeting and fucked her all this time using blackmail. His dick was aching for her. "Welcome," she said. "I didn't hear the bell, I'm sorry." "That's all right. The door was open." . She linked her arms about his shoulders and drew his head down to hers in a lingering kiss. Her body was warm and soft against his, her breasts pressing against...

Mary slouched in her chair, gazing up at the wall clock as the minutes ticked by. One by one. Time seemed to go slower the more she looked at it. Mary snapped herself out of her daze and focused on her desk work. There was no point, it was 4:50 PM. She was off work in 10 minutes, but her boss wouldn't mind. She grabbed her purse, pushed in her chair, and headed outside to her car. The anticipation was killing her. It was a Friday, her weekend was to start now, and she had major plans. Mary was your typical middle-aged working wife and mother. She was 49 years old, the big 5-0 was coming up in just a few short weeks. "Ugh," she dreaded it. She was married to the same man, Robert, for 23 years. Twenty-three long years. Together, Mary and Robert had one daughter and one son. Their daughter, Sara, was 23 years old and away at college. Mary missed her dearly. But Mary had always been closest to her son Michael, and luckily, he chose to go to a local community-college. Michae...

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictitious and not suitable for anyone that is below the legal age in their country to view pornographic material. All characters involved in the story are either the age of eighteen or older, and belong to myself. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Reader discretion is advised. ---------- Y'know, I thought writing in first-person would be more awkward than it actually is. "See? I told ya', it's a piece of cake." For once, I'm sorry that I doubted you. "I expect to be hearing that more often, now that you've seen the light." The light? Pfft. Don't get me wrong, it's still uncomfortable for me to actually be saying 'I' and 'Me' within the narration of the story, just not as much as I expected. "You have to admit, though, it keeps us from introducing twenty-plus characters within just a few thou...

For a year, life went on as before. Lindsey went to school, then she graduated and started work. She stayed living at home, coming home at night and making dinner twice a week. We shared meals and holidays and pretended nothing had happened. When she looked at me across the dinner table and smiled, I swear she didn't remember anything at all. At times I wondered if I had imagined it. We'd all settle in to watch a movie, and my wife would smile at us, and I wondered how I ever could have done what I'd done. It seemed like a dream. Lindsey would be playing cards, or laughing at a video on her phone, and I'd think I was crazy to have felt anything. But then she'd lean across the counter to grab a glass, or stretch after her run, and I'd remember how she had spread herself for me, letting her father drink in the sight of her cunt, begging for my praise, offering herself to me like I was a king. I remembered the large white bed, the restaurant we ate at the night b...

-WARNING: More sort of hobby writing than hardcore sex. There is SOME hanky panky, but mostly just small comedy and nude themes. Enjoy to those who read- "So, to name a couple of contributions that helped inspire Copernicus to further delve his research," Prof Dover says as he puts his bare foot onto his desk, once again letting his gold-plated package waggle from between his thighs. "The formulas such as the Tusi Couple and Al-Battani Trigonometry, served well for Copernicus to further examine how the stars and planets actually moved." He placed the textbook onto his desk and goes to the board and writes with the dry-erase marker. Every eye in the house gaze upon that pseudo-wedgie between those cheeks below his broad back, a random student even going so bold as to sound off a wolf-whistle. "Hey now." Prof Dover snaps over his shoulder. Instead of a reprimand though, he just gives a horny smile, points a finger-gun at the students and clicks his tongue ...