Married Men Phone Sex: When the Cats Away

Married Men Phone Sex LaceyMrs. Hyndman was going away on a woman’s retreat for the weekend!

This was exciting news because I haven’t gotten to play with Mr. Hyndman since I went over to borrow a cup of sugar that one day and I really wanted to play with him again. He was good, really good, and I have been craving his cock something fierce.

So after he said his goodbyes and walked back into the house. I watched as he saw me, his eyebrow quirking as I grinned at him and flashed him my perfect tits.

His quirked eyebrow turned into a grin too and he soon joined me outside. Gathering me up into his arms, my bare tits pressing against his shirt. “Couldn’t wait could you?” he asked, I just giggled and shook my head. “Nope!”

He bent and kissed me hard and deep. Moaning into his mouth I kissed him back, whimpering as he broke the kiss. “Good, there’s something I wanted to try. Go upstairs and strip.” he stated, knowing his instructions would be followed. I felt a shiver of excitement going through me. God, a man who took control was sexy. So I pulled my shirt down and ran inside and upstairs and to the bedroom he showed me last time I was here. I could hear cabinets open and close as I stripped and then I heard a door.

I froze! Wondering if I should jump in a closet or something as I heard the high pitched voice of Mrs. Hyndman. “Hello dear! Forgot my hat! Don’t get into too much trouble!” I heard her giggle as she left. “Love you!” she shouted as she left, the door slamming behind her again. I breathed in deep, not realizing that I had been holding my breath. I laughed unable to help at as Mr. Hyndman walked back in, a big goofy grin on his face as he let his eyes move over my naked body. He pulled a little bottle of lube out of his pocket. Showing it to me he asked. “I’ve never gotten to try it, and you seem like an open minded girl. Ever try anal?”

“Oh yes Mr. Hyndman. It’s a favorite. I can’t wait to show you just how good it can feel.”

This would be a fun weekend indeed. I wonder if I’ll even have to get dressed before the Mrs comes home.

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