Sue

Derek stood there, waiting impatiently as he heard footsteps approaching the door, his smile slowly widening as he fought to control his excitement. He heard the door being unlocked, someone fumbling with a chain, before the door slowly swung open to reveal Sue.

"Good evening, Master," the Welsh wife and mother greeted Derek with a broad smile as she opened the door wide for him. "I'm glad you made it," she assured him with a demure nod of her head as she stepped aside for him, motioning for him to enter the house just as a male voice called out from inside, "Who is it, honey?"

"It's a friend," Sue called back, shooting Derek another demure look as she shut the door behind him.

"You look nice, Sue," Derek complimented her as he took the opportunity to look her over.

"Thank you, Master," the hot wife blushed, taking a few seconds to pose for him. "Do you like it?"

"I do," Derek assured her, his eyes running up and down her slender body in appreciation. She was wearing a short black skirt that hugged her rounded hips nicely, the skirt just short enough to reveal the lace tops of her dark stockings. She was wearing a dark brown tank-top with a sequinned butterfly across the chest, the garment loose enough for Derek to know that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. Her red hair was pulled back and she'd applied just enough make-up. "You look very nice," he assured her again, his hand reaching out to pat her hip possessively. "How's the plan going?" He asked, nodding his head towards the interior of the house, in the direction he assumed her husband to be.

"I've done as you asked, Master," Sue assured him softly. "I've been teasing him, and hinting at things all evening but I don't think..." the hot wife stammered, her words stopping as her husband stepped into the hallway.