Day 3

Linda’s breath caught in her throat as the huge thing twitched against Marcus’s belly. She thought she was safe, that he was asleep, dreaming filthy things that made his cock so hard it looked carved from stone.

Then his eyes opened.

Deep, dark, amused. He caught her there, tray wobbling in her hands, robe sliding from her shoulders, nipples like bullets, her gaze glued shamelessly to his cock.

For a moment they just stared at each other. He didn’t grab the sheet, didn’t flinch. Just let her look. Let her drink him in.

Her cheeks burned hot, but her voice came out in a silly, breathy laugh.

“Oh heavens, I’ve… I’ve gone and walked in on you, haven’t I? Standing here with me robe falling open and you with… well… that lying there.”

Marcus’s mouth curved into the faintest smile. “Doesn’t look like you mind.”

Linda gave a girlish squeak, nearly dropping the tray onto the carpet. “Oh, don’t be so naughty! Mind? Oh goodness, no, well, I mean, look at it. You must be frightfully uncomfortable with it sticking up like that.”

She set the tray down, heart hammering, and sat gingerly on the edge of his bed. The robe slipped wider, exposing the soft swell of her breast. Her nipples brushed the warm air as she giggled nervously, her eyes never leaving the length of him.

Her hand twitched in her lap. She stretched one finger out and ran it lightly along the thick shaft.

The heat of him burned her fingertip. She traced down, down, until she brushed the heavy sac at the base. The cock jerked in response, twitching under her touch.

Linda gasped, giggling again, almost scandalised at herself. “Ohhh, it moves! Isn’t that wicked of it?”

Her cunt clenched, juices sliding down her thighs. She teased the tip of her finger back up, slow, trailing along a fat vein, circling the flared crown. Sticky pre-cum glistened, and she smeared it lightly, leaving her fingertip wet.

“You’re… you’re positively indecent, Marcus,” she whispered, biting her lip. “I’ve never seen anything so… so… huge. You could ruin a woman with this.”

His chest rose and fell steadily, his gaze dark, but he made no move to stop her. No move at all.

Linda’s breath grew shallow, her robe slipping all the way off her shoulder, leaving one tit bare. She leaned down, her hair brushing his stomach, and her finger danced down his cock again, daring him, teasing, making her own body quake with filthy delight.

knock knock knock.

Her heart lurched. The front door.

“Oh heavens above!” she squealed, leaping up. Her robe gaped wide as she scurried to the hall. She yanked the door open without even pulling it closed.

The delivery man blinked at her bare breast, his eyes darting down to her smooth cunt peeking between the parted fabric. Linda flushed pink, but instead of covering herself, she simply giggled. “Parcel, is it? Thank you ever so much!”

She signed, robe slipping further until it dropped completely. Naked, tits swaying, pussy glistening in the morning light, she bent to pick up the box. The delivery man’s eyes bugged, his mouth opening, but she just winked and shut the door behind her.

Tray forgotten, robe forgotten, Linda spent the rest of the day gloriously nude.

She fluttered about the house dusting shelves, bending over far too much in front of Marcus, her tits swinging free, her cunt winking at him as she hummed silly little tunes. She pretended to fuss with laundry, leaning into the basket until her arsehole and slit were spread to the warm air. She “accidentally” spilt water on the kitchen floor and got on all fours to mop it up, her breasts dangling, her arse presented.

Every move, every giggle, every coy glance was a tease.

Her cunt ached, swollen and dripping, nipples rubbed raw from brushing against furniture and air. By evening, she was dizzy with it, every fibre of her body screaming for him.

And yet she kept up the act, the ditzy housewife playing hostess, fluttering about naked, pretending she didn’t notice how his eyes followed her.

Inside, though, Linda was ****. **** for him to stop pretending. **** for him to grab her, shove her down, and fill her until she broke.