Basement treats

"Actually I have some treats down in the basement pantry if you would like," Ashley casually walked over to the basement and descended down.

Frank watched her from his seat and rolled his tongue around his cheeks. His heart beat racing as he stood up from the table and walking over he stopped at the basement door catching a glimpse of Ashley as she had just exited the stairs. Blowing out a quick burst of air, he entered the basement while closing the door behind him. Each step was followed by a creaking sound and as he reached the bottom, he was in a small corridor. A light was present at the end and he proceeded down it passing by what was her sons bedroom. Upon reaching the lit up room at the end of the corridor he found Ashley in the laundry room in front of a cabinet. Frank's eyes snapped to her ass that was poking out from behind the cabinet door and calmly walked over as she popped out with her hands each with a treat in them.

"Wow, you actually have treats in the basement," expressed Frank in shock as he was handed a muffin.

"That there is my favorite muffin, banana nut. It's from the local market, sweet and savory," She bumped the cabinet closed it with her hip and unwrapped her own muffin. With her muffin already in her mouth she hummed while using the elbow of the muffin stuffing hand to indicate to eat up. Frank unwrapped his and took a bite out of it.

"I agree, this is quite delicious puts my wives to shame," said Frank as he took a few more bites.

"It's my guilty pleasure. I have to hide my treats from my family down her, can't have them thinking I'm being unfaithful," nonchantley said Ashley as she ate more of her muffin.

"Do you bring others down here to indulge on your unfaithful treats?" Asked Frank right before he popped the last of his muffin into his mouth.

"Up till this point, no. You are the first to be in this room with me, alone," Ashley finished her muffin before grabbing the wrapper from Franks hand and walked over to the trash bin next to the washer. Bending over, she dropped the two wrappers into the trash can and upon righting her self she turned and caught Frank's eye suddenly shifting up. Turning around and then leaning back against the washer she looked at Frank with a blank stare. "Do you try other muffins other than your wife's?"

"My knife hasn't buttered anyone other than my wife's," Frank approached her slowly and placed his hands on both sides of her, his face inches from hers. Her eyes scanned his face and could see the honesty in his half closed eyes. Her body tingled as his breathing brushed over her face causing her eyes to flutter.