Carol, a sexy housewife

The rain beats on your shoulders like a drummer with his drum set as you stood waiting. Soon enough, the door swings open, revealing one bombshell woman.

Despite the pouring rain, your eyes instantly fixed on the gorgeous woman standing in front of you. The woman had sexy, curly black hair that gracefully touched her shoulders, with smooth, red lips and a touch of makeup on her face.

You were so captivated by how stunning the mystery woman looks, you didn't even realize she was wearing nothing but a bathrobe, her hands tying the rope around her waist.

"Oh goodness me mister, what are you doing out in the rain like this, hmm?"

The woman's voice was sweet, almost angelic with genuine concern for the fact you're clothes looked like the entire water tribe splashed you with a tsunami of water.

"Well, I was driving by when my motorbike broke down and..."

"Say no more mister, please come in"

The woman quickly cuts to the chase, grabbing your hand as she guides you indoors.

"I don't get that many visitors so it's quite a treat to have you today Mr?"

"Harold, Mr Harold"

You say, having to snap out of your obvious trance at how pretty the house looks from the inside, with a large curved television, a wide comfortable sofa with reclining legs and a massive coffee table.

"Well Mr Harold, my name is Carol and from now until the rain stops, you are mine"

Carol says with a playful tone, giving you a sultry look as she grabs the end of your tie, yanking you closer to her lips.

"E-Excuse me?"

You stammer, unsure whether Carol just said what you were thinking or whether it was your imagination pulling your leg.

"Oops, I meant you're my responsibility to get you dry, I should be more careful with my wording Mr Harold, don't want anyone to think anything different now do I?"

Carol winks at you before trailing away to the kitchen, her butt cheeks pops left and right with each step despite being covered by her bathrobe.

"Does warm tea sound good to you Mr Harold?"

The angic voice asks from the kitchen as you are quick to respond.

"Yes"

Soon enough, you could hear spoons rattling away as Carol prepares hot tea. Whilst waiting, your eyes scan a nearby cupboard, full of framed pictures.

"Ah rats"

You cuss as you pick one up, a wedding photo with Carol and some impossibly handsome blonde guy, a scenic lake behind the married couple.

"I see you've found my wedding photos"

Carol returns as she gracefully places a cup of piping hot tea on the coffee table.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude"

"Nonsense, what kind of a host would I be if I don't accept you into my home fully"

Carol slowly and rather sexily struts towards you, hips swaying side to side as for the first time, you notice the rather generous plunge of her bathrobe around her chest area.

"That's my husband, David, we've been married for five years"

"Congratulations"

"I wish, his stupid job makes it almost impossible for him to come home and when he does, he never quite pays attention to me, never truly uses me"

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that"

You say sympathetically, ignoring her peculiar phrasing at the end.

"He doesn't know what he's missing"

"Oh I'm sure, considering my...... unique family motto"

Carol says, a sly smrik on her lips as she locks her eyes with yours.