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It was a Monday morning and Dave had just returned from dropping off our eleven year old at the bus stop.
I was sitting at the desk facing the door and was clad in my robe only.
Curious as to whether it was the same guy, I proceeded to open the lower level sliding doors to allow him access to the room housing the treatment equipment. This time I paid a little closer attention to his appearance.
He was tall, lanky, maybe 6′2″, clean and well groomed with a real boyish look.
I have had a number of extra-marital trysts over the last several years.
All of which were with Dave’s approval and encouragement. Me having sex with other men was and is his fantasy.
Seems that I’d forgotten that this was the Monday we were scheduled for our monthly water treatment delivery.
This was a new delivery guy and I tried not to appear too flustered as I directed him to the room in which he was to place the water treatment equipment. Doing my best to remove these fantasy thoughts from my head, I wondered what Dave would have thought? I closed the project I was working on, turned the computer off and went upstairs as Dave was coming through the front door.
As he handed me a receipt and exited the house to the driveway, I found my eyes trained on his lanky frame and again found myself fantasizing about a possible sexual encounter.
I imagined closing the door behind him, pulling the drapes closed and telling him that the water treatment system was not the only thing that needed serviced.
This was about as far as I got when my orgasm washed over me and my hips and abdomen shuddered to a very wet climax. Nearly four weeks passed and it was approaching delivery time again.
I had to relieve the sexual tension I now felt between my legs. I removed my slacks, slid my panties down and reclined on my back on the bed.
As the vibrator Dave bought me hummed away on my clit, I imagined greeting Dustin at the doorway dressed only in thong panties, my black bodice and 4″ heels.