Fucked!

Here's a fun short story that I wrote a little while ago for a collection of some of my humorous works. It's kind of silly, kind of sexy, and totally fun -- just like me!!

And, of course, a HUGE "thank you" to Figjamkiss who is always there with moral support and to dot the i's and cross the t's, AlexFourways who is just always there supporting me, and a_horse_with_no_name for being the bestest publisher a writer could ask for.

As always, thanks for reading and I hope that you get a kick out of this one!!

Love, Frey

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Ohhhhh!

Lying on the bed, the cool sheets against my back, and two fingers feverishly rubbing my pussy all felt absolutely heavenly. The tickle of freshly trimmed pubic hair under my palm only added to the arousal. For shearing the ol' beave for the first time ever, I think I did a pretty decent job of it.

He's going to absolutely LOVE this when he gets home!

Which should be any minute, now.

Time for the coup de grace! Carefully, I spread my copious juices all over the outside of my pussy, creating the slick and glistening centerpiece for my carefully washed, moisturized, powdered, and primped birthday suit. Looking in the mirror, I had to smile. I was no spring chicken, but neither could I be classified as old. I was at that wonderful age where inhibitions had been shed and skills had been honed and a loving partner had been found. And I still looked good enough to enjoy it all!

Oh, shit! That's his car!

I quickly peeked out the window, just to be sure, then ran downstairs to meet him at the front door. I'm not worried about anyone seeing me -- the way the house is, the door is recessed a bit and shielded from all but the very last turn of the walkway in our yard.

Anyway, I've done this before a couple of times.

He loves it!

But this time, I took extra care with my looks. I had put on very subtle makeup and had tied my hair in two purposely loose pigtails. I was trying to go for the "innocent little schoolgirl" look.

And of course, the neatly trimmed hair just above my pussy, now damp and matted with arousal, was going to push him right over the edge.

I could hear the key in the lock as my heart started pounding. I could taste the metallic adrenaline coursing through my body as the door began to open.

Crossing my ankles, placing my hands on my hips -- being sure to display my perfectly manicured, if somewhat short, fingernails -- I tilted my head up proudly, and closed my eyes waiting to hear that first gasp.

And I heard it!

It sounded like he was ready to pass out at the gorgeous sight of me.

I opened my eyes. This I had to see.

If only I could have unseen it.

My husband, standing in the doorway, eyes bulging out of his head, his jaw almost on the floor, and his boss standing behind him and to one side, her scarlet lips pursed in a disapproving pout.

I was abso-fucking-lutely mortified!

"Jen --" he started, but I couldn't bear another millisecond of the shame, so I spun around and ran for the stairs.

I totally KNEW that I was too old for stunts like this, but I thought it would be cute. I thought that I could still be cute.

How foolish of me.

And to add insult to injury, I could feel my flabby ass sloshing about as I scurried to the relative safety of the bedroom.

I didn't even think to close the door. But what was the point?

I could hear them talking downstairs, but between the distance and my muffled sobbing into a pillow, I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Surely, she was horrified to see a tarted up tramp desperately trying to relive her youth by parading about like a brunch-time stripper at some highway truck stop and questioning if he was really the right person for the job. And I'm sure my traumatized husband was balls deep in damage control right now.

I fucked up his big promotion -- oh, shit, shit, shit!!!

Was his boss coming over for dinner tonight to discuss the promotion?

Fuck!!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

I heard someone coming up the stairs. My husband, I'm sure, to ask what the hell was wrong with me.

Through the prismic vision of my tears, I saw him enter our bedroom. I clutched the pillow that I had been crying into to cover the abomination that was my naked body and scrubbed at my eyes with my other hand.

"I'm so sorry! She must have been horrified!" I bawled, bowing my head to press my face against the top of the pillow.

"Actually... she found some humor in it."

"Humor?" I scrubbed my eyes and looked up at my husband. "She was laughing at your sad old wife prancing around like a... like a..."

"Jen. You're thirty-three. You're hardly old."

"Fat and out of shape," I grumbled into the soggy pillow.

"You're insane. You see how all the guys stare at you when you're out jogging. Your tight little ass..."

Now he was simply doing some damage control on his disgusting wife. "You mean my gross saggy ass."

"I think you're going to like this," he said. "Guess what?"

Forlornly, I sighed. "What?"

"I find you absolutely irresistible."

"Um-hum," I mumbled. He was a liar. But sweet.

"And I'm not the only one who finds you irresistible."

What a curious statement.

I lifted my head and that's when I noticed that my husband standing right in front of me, had quite a bulge in the front of his pants.

He put a hand on my shoulder. "You know how we were talking about... dipping our toes into swinging?"

Wide-eyed, I slowly looked up at his smiling face.