38 36/PunishW/swing sex/day 5/TV

From Create Your Own Story

You rapidly flick through the channels trying to find your wife, impatiently clicking through the cameras until you stumble across her standing in the kitchen. Her back is towards you, but you've still got a great view. She's wearing tight grey yoga pants that show off her ass and a teal sports tank top that would've given an impressive view of her cleavage if she was turned around.

Shaun is nowhere to be seen. You flick open your phone: 12:30. You didn't tell Shaun to head over until 14:00. You sigh, grumbling to yourself about the wait. For the first time since this morning, you realize how tired you are. You'd almost forgotten how early you woke up and how much you'd already done today. But your body is starting to remember how little sleep you had. Your eyes begin to pull themselves closed. Two hours, you think to yourself, enough time for a quick nap.

Somewhere in the distance a doorbell rings. You hear footsteps and a door open.

"Hi, Mrs. Taylor," says a boys voice.

"Oh, uh, hi Shaun." Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to switch the channels. You find your wife with her back to you standing in the open door. Her arm is folded up over her chest shielding any view of her cleavage. She looks nervous.

"I thought that maybe you could use some help around the ---"

"Shaun. I, look, I know what you want. That, that was a one time thing though. It shouldn't have even happened."

"Oh." Shaun is going to give up and go home. You should have expected it. Your wife wasn't going to do anything without your prompting. "I know that Mrs. Taylor. I'm not here for that."

"You aren't?" The disbelief in your wife's voice is overwhelming.

"No, I know, you're married and you're, like, way out of my league anyway. I just thought you could use some help around the house." When your wife doesn't respond, Shaun continues, "I figure I sort of owe you. I wasn't having a good day yesterday. You made me feel good about myself. I've got to thank you for that."

"Shaun, please, don't mention it. . . . But really, I'm fine. I don't need any help around the house today. I'm just going to clean up." Your wife still sounds nervous.

"Mrs. Taylor, I've got nothing else to do. And I want to help." He pauses. "Really, I do get it. It was a zero time thing." He winks.

"Alright, fine, I guess I could use some help. As long as you get that nothings happening." Your wife motions Shaun in and turns to head back into the house. As soon as her back is turned, you watch as Shaun's face lights up into a smile and his eyes dart down checking out your wife's ass.