Suburbia – Friday Evening
Mandy slows down as she arrives at the condo houses lining both sides of the street. She drives around back, a single strip of pavement serving as a driveway for multiple houses. Parking in her garage, she closes the door and heads inside.
The office drove Mandy absolutely mad today. She needs a way to erase the hectic week, so a night of hot sex with her husband seems to be just the sort of escape she’s looking for. Work clothes hit the bed, Mandy’s curvy body set free as she heads for the shower.
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Mandy and Eric’s shifts overlap, so he won’t be home for another hour or so. The hot water soothes her body, washing away a week worth forgetting. She does her best to remain focused, but she thinks about the phone call she had with Eric during her final break for the day. She didn’t mince words, getting right to the point.
“I want to do very bad things with you tonight.”
“Yeah? What have you been thinking about?”
Mandy paced around her office, aimlessly adjusting papers on her desk. “I wanna open one of your letters. One of the bad ones.”
Eric smirks. For moments like this when Mandy wants to live out a little bit of fantasy, Eric has typed up multiple erotic scenarios, all of them with settings and instructions. Mandy can pick whichever sealed envelope she wants, but she has to go with it. There’s no going back. Mandy always accepts her fate. Eric sits back in his leather chair. “You want a letter, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“I made new ones.”
She tugs on her shirt collar, wishing it were Eric doing it so he could steal cheap glances of her cleavage. Mandy swallows. “I know.”
“Ok. Go home and grab one.”
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When Mandy steps out of the shower, she knows that anything is possible. She’s done this multiple times with Eric. Once, she was a schoolteacher. One time Eric was her boss. Another time she was strapped to the bed while Eric did whatever he wanted, no questions asked. Eric isn’t a sadist. He’s very good to her.
Mandy opens the old cigar box in their home office, her eyes growing large. There must be thirty blank envelopes with scenarios typed up inside. One is just as good as the other, so she grabs a letter and leaves the rest.
Mandy sits on the bed as she opens the letter, her eyes going over the scenario. She smiles, thinking of how this might go. There are instructions at the bottom for her to message Eric when she opens the letter.
Her message is simple: @Mandy: Can you give me a ride?
Eric knows exactly which one she picked. His reply is just as quick: @Hubby: Sure. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.
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It’s dark outside when Eric arrives. The garage opens, Eric parking next to Mandy’s car, closing the garage as he waits.
Mandy is ready. She leaves her purse and phone, following his instructions.
Eric’s heart leaps when he sees Mandy step into the garage.
Her hair is down in curls. The braless tank top reveals just how bothered Mandy has been throughout the day. Her thin shorts are tiny, white shoes silently carrying toward the car.
Eric rolls the window down, Mandy approaching as if she’s hardly noticed him. His eyes are on her tits. She’s making them bounce more than they normally would. She slides her fingertips along Eric’s sleek car, eventually coming to the open window. Mandy leans forward, giving Eric a perfect view down her top.
“Are you my ride?” she asks, bubbly and light.
“I sure am, sweetheart. Where do you need to go?” Eric plays with a strand of her hair, loving the way she chews her gum. He runs a finger along her cheek. She doesn’t seem to mind.
“It’s across town, so it’s pretty far. I can’t get ahold of my friends, so I don’t have any other way of getting there.”
“Just tell me one thing.”
“Sure.”
“What’s your name, baby?”
Mandy smacks her gum, watching Eric’s eyes examine the goods. “Britney Tease.” She does a terrible job of hiding her smirk.
“Get in, Ms. Tease.”
Britney hops in, leaving the seatbelt off as Eric pulls away. The dim streetlights are perfect for her outfit, lighting the ends of her hair, outlining her tits and smooth legs. It doesn’t take long before the two of them are driving away to nowhere, Mandy’s heartbeat noticeable when Eric slides a hand along her leg.
“I really like your outfit, Britney. What are your plans for tonight?”
“Thank you, sir.” She gives him her leg, spreading both a little wider as he tugs on her thigh. “I dunno, really. I was going to call one of my boyfriends, but I think the girls and I will go shop for Fuck Me heels, instead.”
“You’d look great in Fuck Me heels.”
“Aww. You’re so sweet.”
Eric drives, his hand creeping up along her tiny shorts, tugging on the waist.
Britney shifts her hips forward, her legs spread further, feeling his fingers dig their way into the buttoned waist. He finds her panties, curling his fingertips into them. Her shorts are incredibly tight. There’s no way he’s getting in there. Britney holds onto the door, feeling him play. She kicks off her shoes to reveal pretty toes.