Mrs. Underwood

“Oh, I was just looking for my husband,” Mrs. Underwood said. The look of surprise on her face making you wonder for a moment exactly what she expected to see when she came in here.

“Ahh yeah,” you stammer out. “I think he is away doing something with Claire.”

As soon as the words are out of your mouth you regret it. Your eyes snap around to look at Mrs. Underwood to get a reaction from her.

“I thought he might be,” she says. Her tone of voice sending a icy chill down your spine before she suddenly becomes bright again. “It seems like you have been getting on with her pretty well.”

“Well she is a pretty easy person to get along with.” You reply, feeling as if you are navigating a minefield as you both stand awkwardly across from each other.

“I suppose that is one way to put it,” she admits. You can’t help but notice the way her delicate fingers intertwined in front of her as she speaks. “So has she put the moves on you yet?”

“Why?” You stammer, caught completely off guard.

For the first time you see her smile, “oh come on. Claire isn’t the kind of woman to let a handsome young man like you pass by without having a go.”

Hearing Mrs. Underwood compliment you like that makes your heart skip a beat and sends a twitch through your cock. You finally manage to **** yourself to look her in the eye. In that moment you wonder how the Pastor can cheat on a woman like this. Sure Claire is hot and willing but this woman…

“Well, uh.” You begin, feeling your cheeks starting to burn as you try to speak. “She uh.”

“You don’t have to say anymore.” she replies with a smile and another step towards you. “I know it might be wrong for a Pastors wife to say but it can only expected for a young man like you.”

As she moves closer to you can’t help but let your eyes fall to her chest. Even in her conservative garb the sigh of her bust is still impossible to ignore. Again you feel your cock twitch with every step she takes towards you. Her ankle length skirt somehow exciting you far more than the comparatively slutty way Claire dresses. You can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to run your hands up those legs. You wonder what her underwear is like, somehow you struggle to imagine her in anything that isn’t thin and lacy.

“So?”

Her simple question snaps you out of your daydream. When you focus back on the now Mrs. Underwood is suddenly standing a scant few inches from you, her chest nearly covering that remaining distance.

“Sorry?” You ask, caught completely off balance and fighting with your libido.

“I was asking if you have fucked her?” She repeated.

“Uh well, I guess,” you reply. The vulgarness of her language touching you completely off guard.

She laughs then, the sound sending a warm shiver down your spine as you take a deep breath. The sweet smell of her filling your nose and mind like a ****.

“I guess I should have brought a condom then,” she says as her laugh trails off.