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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace was the kind of handyman who had become a fixture in the town, a reliable presence who could be counted on to fix just about anything. In his late forties, he was tall and broad-shouldered, with a rugged, weathered look that spoke of years spent outdoors and a quiet confidence that put his clients at ease. His dark hair was flecked with gray, and a close-cropped beard framed a face that could still turn heads, though he rarely seemed to notice.

On this particular day, he had received a call from Eliza Thompson. Her voice over the phone had been warm and inviting, with a tone that carried an easy charm. She was well-known in town—at 38, Eliza was a striking woman with an effortless beauty that turned heads wherever she went. She was divorced, with a teenage daughter, and lived in a tidy, well-kept home in one of the more affluent neighborhoods.

As Mr. Wallace pulled up to the house, he couldn’t help but admire the property. The two-story home was a blend of modern design and traditional charm, with a wide porch that wrapped around the front and large windows that let in plenty of light. The yard was immaculately kept, with flower beds in full bloom and a perfectly manicured lawn. It was clear that whoever lived here had a keen eye for detail.

Eliza answered the door almost as soon as he knocked, as if she had been waiting for him. She was even more striking in person than he remembered, dressed in a simple but elegant summer dress that hugged her figure in just the right way. Her dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and her skin had the healthy glow of someone who took care of herself. She had a presence that was both commanding and approachable, the kind of woman who could make you feel at ease while also keeping you on your toes.

“Mr. Wallace,” she greeted him with a bright smile, her eyes meeting his with a spark of recognition. “Thank you so much for coming on such short notice. Please, come in.”

Her voice was smooth, with a touch of warmth that made it clear she wasn’t just being polite. She stepped aside to let him in, and as he crossed the threshold, he was enveloped by the subtle, inviting scent of her perfume—something floral and understated, like jasmine or lavender.

The interior of the house was just as well-kept as the exterior. The entryway opened into a spacious living room with high ceilings and large windows that flooded the space with light. The furniture was modern but comfortable, with soft, neutral tones that were accented by vibrant artwork on the walls. A few personal touches—a vase of fresh flowers on the coffee table, a stack of well-worn books on a side table—made the house feel lived-in, yet still impeccably maintained.

Eliza led him through the house, making small talk as they went. She moved with an easy grace, her steps light and confident. As they walked, Mr. Wallace couldn’t help but notice the subtle sway of her hips, the way her dress clung to her curves. It was a fleeting observation, one he quickly pushed aside, but it lingered in the back of his mind nonetheless.

When they reached the staircase, Eliza glanced back at him with a smile that seemed to hold a trace of something more. “It’s just up here,” she said, leading him to the second floor.

The stairs were carpeted in a soft, muted tone, and the walls were lined with framed photographs—mostly of Eliza and her daughter, Emma, who looked every bit the typical 18-year-old with a mix of youthful exuberance and budding independence. There were a few family portraits as well, reminders of a time before the divorce, but they were outnumbered by the more recent, candid shots that captured Eliza and Emma in various moments of laughter and togetherness.

They arrived at the master bedroom, which was spacious and tastefully decorated. The room was dominated by a large bay window that overlooked the backyard, but it was the rest of the room that caught his eye first. The bed was neatly made, covered in a luxurious-looking duvet in soft, muted tones. The furniture was a mix of modern and antique pieces, carefully chosen to create a space that was both elegant and comfortable.

Eliza pointed to the large window, which was slightly ajar but clearly stuck on its track. “This is the troublemaker,” she said with a light laugh, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “It’s been giving me grief for weeks. I’d really appreciate it if you could take a look.”

Mr. Wallace nodded, setting down his toolbox. “Of course, Eliza. I’ll see what I can do.”

She lingered for a moment, watching as he knelt down to inspect the window. Her gaze was thoughtful, perhaps even a bit appraising, but she quickly looked away and busied herself with some tidying around the room. As he worked, he could hear the soft rustling of fabric and the occasional click of hangers as she moved about in the adjoining walk-in closet.

The room was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the house settling or the distant hum of traffic from the street outside. There was a comfortable, almost intimate silence between them, punctuated only by the occasional exchange of pleasantries. It was a job like any other, yet there was something in the air—something that Mr. Wallace couldn’t quite put his finger on, but which made him more aware of every sound, every movement.

As he focused on fixing the window, he couldn’t shake the feeling that today’s visit might not be as straightforward as it seemed.

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By *lderman500Man
16 weeks ago

sleaford

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace set to work on the window, trying to focus on the task at hand, but the subtle energy in the room made it difficult. He carefully examined the frame, noting where it had swollen from humidity, causing the sash to stick. As he loosened the screws and worked the track free, his thoughts kept drifting back to Eliza, moving about in the closet, just out of sight.

He heard the soft slide of a drawer opening and then closing again, followed by the rustle of fabric. Every now and then, her footsteps would pause, as if she were considering something, before continuing on with her task. The intimacy of the space—the fact that he was in her bedroom, hearing the private sounds of her everyday life—felt oddly charged.

As he tugged on the window, trying to free it from its track, his gaze involuntarily flicked toward the closet. He could see the soft glow of the overhead light spilling out, casting a warm hue over the hardwood floor. And then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her.

Eliza stood with her back to him, holding up a piece of lingerie—a slip of lace in a rich, deep red. The fabric was sheer, delicate, the kind of thing meant more for being seen than for practicality. She held it up, her head tilted slightly as if considering it, and for a brief moment, it was as though she had forgotten he was even there. The lace caught the light, glowing against her skin, and he couldn’t help but imagine how it would look draped over her form, the way it would cling to her curves.

It was only a second, maybe two, before she seemed to remember herself. Eliza quickly lowered the slip, tucking it back into the drawer with a soft click. She turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder to see if he had noticed, her expression briefly flustered before she recovered, her features smoothing back into that composed, confident demeanor.

Mr. Wallace quickly returned his attention to the window, feeling a flush of heat rise up his neck. He wasn’t a man prone to embarrassment, but something about the moment had caught him off guard, leaving him feeling slightly unmoored.

He could sense Eliza moving closer now, her footsteps soft on the floor as she left the closet and approached him. When she spoke, her voice was smooth, but there was a hint of something more beneath it, something almost playful.

“Is it going to be a difficult fix?” she asked, leaning casually against the wall beside the window. Her eyes were on him, watching his every move with an intensity that made him acutely aware of the small space between them.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Mr. Wallace replied, keeping his tone steady as he pried the last of the wood free. “Just a bit of swelling in the frame. It happens with these older houses. I’ll get it sorted.”

She smiled at that, a slow, knowing smile that lingered as she spoke. “I knew you would. You always seem to know just what to do.”

There was a double meaning to her words that wasn’t lost on him, and for a moment, the air between them felt thick, charged with an electricity that neither of them acknowledged but both could feel. He finished his work on the window, finally getting it to slide smoothly along its track.

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By *lderman500Man
16 weeks ago

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16 weeks ago

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

A few weeks passed before Mr. Wallace received another call from Eliza Thompson. This time, she mentioned a leaky faucet in the master bathroom, a job that was simple enough but one that required a bit of finesse. He found himself at her door once again, greeted by that same warm smile, though today there was something different in her demeanor—an easy confidence that suggested their last encounter had left an impression on both of them.

“Thanks for coming by,” Eliza said as she ushered him inside. She was dressed in a form-fitting blouse and jeans that accentuated her curves, looking as effortlessly put together as ever. “I’ve got a few errands to run, so I’ll be out for a while, but I trust you can handle things here on your own.”

“Of course, Eliza,” Mr. Wallace replied, his voice steady despite the sudden quickening of his pulse. “I’ll have it all sorted by the time you get back.”

She flashed him a quick, knowing smile, one that hinted at the unspoken connection that had developed between them. With a soft click, she closed the front door behind her, leaving him alone in the quiet, sunlit house.

Mr. Wallace wasted no time getting to work. The bathroom was just off the master bedroom, a spacious, modern retreat with sleek fixtures and a large soaking tub. He set his toolbox down and got to work on the faucet, unscrewing the handles and examining the worn-out washers that were causing the leak.

As he worked, his mind wandered back to the last time he had been in this room. He could still see the way Eliza had held up that red lace, the way she had paused to admire it before tucking it away. He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand, but the image refused to leave his thoughts.

With the faucet repair nearly done, Mr. Wallace found himself moving on autopilot, his hands working with practiced efficiency as his mind continued to drift. The master bedroom was just steps away, its door slightly ajar, and the memory of what lay hidden within its closet tugged at him, tempting him to look where he knew he shouldn’t.

Before he realized it, he found himself standing in the doorway of the bedroom, the unfinished faucet forgotten behind him. The room was exactly as he remembered—elegant, tidy, and infused with Eliza’s subtle, intoxicating scent. The closet door was closed this time, but that did little to dampen the pull he felt.

He knew he should turn back, finish the job, and leave, but something about the quiet of the house and the knowledge that he was completely alone made it impossible to resist. His hand found the closet door, pushing it open with a soft creak. Inside, the space was just as pristine as before, with clothes neatly hung and drawers perfectly organized.

His heart pounded as he reached for the drawer where he had seen Eliza stash the lingerie. It was a small, delicate thing, a drawer that seemed almost out of place amidst the more practical items in the closet. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering over the handle, before finally giving in to the temptation.

The drawer slid open smoothly, revealing its contents: a collection of lingerie in a variety of colors and styles, all neatly folded. Mr. Wallace’s breath caught in his throat as he reached in, his rough hands brushing over the soft, delicate fabrics. There was the red lace he had seen before, along with other pieces in black, ivory, and midnight blue, each one more enticing than the last.

As he held up a particularly sheer black slip, he couldn’t help but imagine Eliza wearing it, the way it would drape over her curves, accentuating every line of her body. His thoughts grew darker, more explicit, and he felt a rush of heat as he imagined what it would be like to see her in these intimate garments, to touch her as she wore them.

Caught up in the moment, he suddenly realized that his hand had drifted lower, brushing against something unexpected at the bottom of the drawer. His pulse quickened as he pushed aside the folded lingerie and uncovered a hidden compartment.

Inside was something that made his breath hitch—a sleek, silver vibrator, nestled among the lace and silk. It was a sophisticated model, elegant in design, with a smooth, tapered shape that spoke to both quality and experience. He couldn’t help but imagine Eliza using it, the way she might hold it, guide it, the soft sounds she might make as it moved against her.

The temptation was overwhelming. His hand closed around the cool metal, lifting it from its velvet-lined cradle. The weight of it in his hand felt strangely right, like holding a tool he was well acquainted with, though this was a far cry from the wrenches and hammers he usually worked with.

He knew this was crossing a line, a line he should never have even approached, but the knowledge that he was alone, that he could explore this forbidden territory with no one the wiser, made it impossible to stop.

Mr. Wallace stood there, the vibrator in one hand, a piece of sheer lace in the other, his mind racing with images of Eliza, of what might happen if she were to walk in now. The thought of being caught, of her finding him like this, sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, heightening the thrill of the moment.

He closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the fantasy for just a moment longer.

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

As Mr. Wallace stood there, holding the sleek vibrator in one hand and the delicate lace in the other, the room seemed to close in around him, the air thickening with the heady scent of Eliza’s perfume that still lingered in the space. His heartbeat echoed in his ears, his breath growing shallow as he found himself teetering on the edge of a decision he knew he shouldn’t make.

The fabric of the lace slipped through his fingers, soft and delicate, whispering promises of what it had once touched, what it had once been pressed against. The idea of it against her skin, of how it would cling to her curves, had his imagination spiraling into places it shouldn’t go. He pictured her in the privacy of this room, slipping into the very lingerie he now held, her movements slow and sensual as she admired herself in the mirror, perhaps even thinking about the man who had been there, so close, just days before.

His pulse raced as he turned the vibrator over in his hand, the cool metal warming to his touch. He imagined how she might use it, the way her breath would hitch, how her body would arch as she guided the sleek tool along her soft skin. The thought of her, alone in this room, caught in the throes of private pleasure, made his blood run hot.

He could almost see her now, standing at the foot of the bed, the lingerie clinging to her curves, the vibrator in her hand as she toyed with it, teasing herself just as she was teasing him in his thoughts. The fantasy grew stronger, more vivid, and with it, the tension that had been building in his jeans became unbearable.

Mr. Wallace’s hand drifted lower, fingers brushing against the waistband of his worn jeans, the tightness there a physical manifestation of his desire, a need that had become impossible to ignore. The feel of the metal in one hand, the lace in the other, only heightened the tension, each item charged with the forbidden thrill of discovery.

The house was silent, the only sound the ticking of a clock somewhere downstairs, marking time as he stood on the precipice of a moment that could change everything. The temptation to release the growing tension, to give in to the heat that coiled in his stomach and pooled lower, was nearly overwhelming.

But just as he started to reach for his zipper, a sound broke through the haze of his thoughts—a faint click, like the turning of a doorknob, followed by the soft creak of a floorboard from somewhere else in the house.

Mr. Wallace froze, the vibrator still in his hand, the lace slipping from his grasp as he quickly shoved the drawer shut, heart pounding in his chest. He stood there for a moment, listening intently, every muscle tense. Was Eliza back already? The thought sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, and suddenly the thrill of what he was doing turned into a rush of panic.

He hurried to put everything back in its place, his hands moving quickly but with a carefulness born of years of experience. The last thing he needed was for her to find him like this, to see what he had been about to do. He couldn’t explain it away; he could barely explain it to himself.

Within seconds, the closet looked just as it had when he’d entered, the vibrator hidden, the lingerie tucked away. His heart still hammered in his chest as he glanced around the room one last time, making sure there was no trace of his transgression before he slipped back into the bathroom to finish the job he was supposed to be doing.

As he picked up his tools, his mind was still reeling, the weight of what had nearly happened pressing down on him. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, the steady rhythm of his work helping to calm his nerves, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had crossed a line, one that he might not be able to step back over.

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace’s heart raced as he stepped out of Eliza’s bedroom, his mind still clouded by the heat of the moment and the close call he had just experienced. He was halfway down the hallway when he nearly collided with Emma, Eliza’s 18-year-old daughter.

She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of him emerging from her mother’s bedroom, his face flushed, and a slight sheen of sweat on his brow. Her expression shifted quickly, from surprise to something more guarded, even suspicious.

“Mr. Wallace,” Emma said slowly, her voice edged with something that wasn’t quite accusation but wasn’t entirely innocent either. “What were you doing in my mom’s room?”

For a split second, he couldn’t find the words. The air between them seemed to grow thick, the silence charged with unspoken thoughts. He had been caught, and though there was no evidence of his near transgression, the look on Emma’s face told him she was imagining something close to the truth.

“Oh, just fixing the window,” he replied, trying to keep his tone light, as though there was nothing out of the ordinary about what she had just witnessed. “Your mom mentioned it was sticking again.”

Emma’s eyes narrowed slightly, as though she wasn’t quite convinced. There was a flicker of something in her gaze—curiosity, perhaps, or maybe even a hint of mischief. She didn’t respond right away, just stood there with her arms crossed, looking him over as if trying to decide what to make of the situation.

“Sure,” she finally said, her tone cool. “But the bathroom’s that way, not in her closet.”

Mr. Wallace felt a jolt of panic but quickly masked it with a chuckle. “Had to grab something to prop the window open while I worked,” he said, forcing a smile. “You know how these old houses are—nothing’s ever straightforward.”

Emma didn’t return the smile. Instead, she continued to watch him, her eyes lingering on him in a way that made him feel exposed, like she could see right through his flimsy excuse.

“Right,” she said, her voice carrying a note of skepticism. “Well, don’t let me keep you.”

She brushed past him, her shoulder grazing his arm as she moved toward the bathroom, the scent of her shampoo lingering in the air. As she walked away, he could feel her eyes on his back, the tension between them electric, as if she was waiting for him to make another misstep.

Mr. Wallace exhaled slowly, trying to calm the racing of his heart. He’d dodged a bullet, but just barely. He headed back toward the bathroom, hoping to lose himself in the mundane task of finishing the faucet repair, trying to push the encounter from his mind.

But as he bent over the sink, tightening the last screw, he couldn’t help but replay the scene in his head, over and over. The look in Emma’s eyes—so much like her mother’s—kept coming back to him, the way she had sized him up, the way she had let him squirm. There had been something almost calculating about it, as though she had been filing away the information for later use.

Emma, meanwhile, had gone into her room, her mind racing as well. She couldn’t shake the image of Mr. Wallace slipping out of her mom’s bedroom, looking guilty as hell. It didn’t take much to guess what he might have been up to, and the thought of it made her stomach twist with both disgust and something else—something that felt a lot like intrigue.

Her first instinct was to confront her mom about it, to tell….

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16 weeks ago

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16 weeks ago

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

Emma wasn't the type to back down or let an opportunity slip by. She had inherited her mother’s striking looks and sharp wit, but there was an edge to her—a playful, teasing side that she knew how to use to her advantage. Seeing Mr. Wallace flustered and caught off guard had sparked an idea, one that was both bold and a little bit wicked.

She moved to her closet with a purposeful stride, her mind already working out the details of her plan. If Mr. Wallace was the kind of man who got flustered over a little lingerie, then maybe she could have some fun with him. After all, it wasn’t every day that someone like him showed his cards so clearly, and she wasn’t about to let that slip by unnoticed.

Emma selected a matching set from her wardrobe—a black lace bra and panties, with a garter belt to complete the look. The ensemble was sophisticated yet sultry, the kind of thing she wore more for herself than anyone else. It was a far cry from the simple T-shirts and jeans she usually wore around the house, but that was the point. Today, she was going to push some boundaries.

She changed quickly, her movements fluid and practiced. Once dressed, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the straps and checking the fit. The lace hugged her curves, highlighting the smoothness of her skin and the lines of her body. She smiled to herself, pleased with the effect. This wasn’t just about teasing Mr. Wallace; it was about reclaiming the control that he had unwittingly threatened to take earlier.

Emma walked back into the hallway with a sense of purpose. She could hear the faint clinking of tools in the bathroom, the sound of Mr. Wallace finishing up the job. She waited until she was sure he was done, then casually made her way toward the bathroom door, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor.

She paused just outside the door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. The door swung inward with a soft creak, revealing Mr. Wallace bent over the sink, packing away his tools.

“Mr. Wallace,” she said, her voice smooth and teasing, as though she were simply asking him to pass the salt at dinner. “Could you come take a look at something in my room? I think there might be something stuck in my window too.”

Her tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something that made him look up immediately, his eyes widening as they landed on her.

Emma leaned against the doorframe, her pose deliberate, one leg crossed over the other to accentuate the curve of her hips. The black lace stood out starkly against her pale skin, leaving little to the imagination. She made no attempt to cover herself or act embarrassed, her expression confident, almost daring him to look at her.

Mr. Wallace’s throat went dry, his mouth working to find words, but all he could manage was a stunned silence. The sight of her, standing there so brazenly, caught him completely off guard. This was no accidental glimpse; this was deliberate, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Emma,” he began, trying to regain his composure, but the word came out rough, thick with something he couldn’t quite hide. “I, uh… I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

She tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Why not?” she asked, her tone light and almost innocent, though the look in her eyes was anything but. “You fixed my mom’s window earlier. I just thought you might be able to help me out too.”

She took a step closer, closing the distance between them, her movements slow and deliberate. The lace of her bra barely contained her, and she was keenly aware of the effect it was having on him. She could see the way his eyes flicked down, then quickly back up, as if he were trying to resist the urge to look but failing miserably.

“You’re a handyman, right?” she continued, her voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “You know how to handle… tricky situations.”

Mr. Wallace swallowed hard, his pulse pounding in his ears. He could feel the tension rising between them, a thick, palpable thing that made it hard to think straight. He knew he should walk away, make an excuse, anything to get out of this room, but his feet felt rooted to the spot.

Emma reached out and touched his arm lightly, her fingers grazing his skin. The contact sent a jolt through him, his breath catching as he realized just how close she was, the scent of her perfume mingling with the faint smell of the tools in his bag.

“Come on,” she said softly, her voice a teasing whisper. “It’ll just take a minute. I promise.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked toward her bedroom, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She didn’t bother to close the door behind her, leaving it open just enough for him to see the dark, inviting interior of her room—a clear invitation if he dared to follow.

Mr. Wallace hesitated, every rational part of his mind screaming at him to stop, to leave, to walk out the door and never look back. But the temptation, the raw desire that had been building since he first set foot in this house, was overwhelming.

After a brief, torturous pause, he found himself moving toward her bedroom, his resolve crumbling with each step. As he crossed the threshold, he knew there was no turning back now. Emma had set the stage, and he was about to play a part in a game he hadn’t expected but suddenly found himself unable to resist.

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By *lderman500Man
16 weeks ago

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

Emma wasn't the type to back down or let an opportunity slip by. She had inherited her mother’s striking looks and sharp wit, but there was an edge to her—a playful, teasing side that she knew how to use to her advantage. Seeing Mr. Wallace flustered and caught off guard had sparked an idea, one that was both bold and a little bit wicked.

She moved to her closet with a purposeful stride, her mind already working out the details of her plan. If Mr. Wallace was the kind of man who got flustered over a little lingerie, then maybe she could have some fun with him. After all, it wasn’t every day that someone like him showed his cards so clearly, and she wasn’t about to let that slip by unnoticed.

Emma selected a matching set from her wardrobe—a black lace bra and panties, with a garter belt to complete the look. The ensemble was sophisticated yet sultry, the kind of thing she wore more for herself than anyone else. It was a far cry from the simple T-shirts and jeans she usually wore around the house, but that was the point. Today, she was going to push some boundaries.

She changed quickly, her movements fluid and practiced. Once dressed, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the straps and checking the fit. The lace hugged her curves, highlighting the smoothness of her skin and the lines of her body. She smiled to herself, pleased with the effect. This wasn’t just about teasing Mr. Wallace; it was about reclaiming the control that he had unwittingly threatened to take earlier.

Emma walked back into the hallway with a sense of purpose. She could hear the faint clinking of tools in the bathroom, the sound of Mr. Wallace finishing up the job. She waited until she was sure he was done, then casually made her way toward the bathroom door, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor.

She paused just outside the door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. The door swung inward with a soft creak, revealing Mr. Wallace bent over the sink, packing away his tools.

“Mr. Wallace,” she said, her voice smooth and teasing, as though she were simply asking him to pass the salt at dinner. “Could you come take a look at something in my room? I think there might be something stuck in my window too.”

Her tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something that made him look up immediately, his eyes widening as they landed on her.

Emma leaned against the doorframe, her pose deliberate, one leg crossed over the other to accentuate the curve of her hips. The black lace stood out starkly against her pale skin, leaving little to the imagination. She made no attempt to cover herself or act embarrassed, her expression confident, almost daring him to look at her.

Mr. Wallace’s throat went dry, his mouth working to find words, but all he could manage was a stunned silence. The sight of her, standing there so brazenly, caught him completely off guard. This was no accidental glimpse; this was deliberate, and she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Emma,” he began, trying to regain his composure, but the word came out rough, thick with something he couldn’t quite hide. “I, uh… I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

She tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Why not?” she asked, her tone light and almost innocent, though the look in her eyes was anything but. “You fixed my mom’s window earlier. I just thought you might be able to help me out too.”

She took a step closer, closing the distance between them, her movements slow and deliberate. The lace of her bra barely contained her, and she was keenly aware of the effect it was having on him. She could see the way his eyes flicked down, then quickly back up, as if he were trying to resist the urge to look but failing miserably.

“You’re a handyman, right?” she continued, her voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. “You know how to handle… tricky situations.”

Mr. Wallace swallowed hard, his pulse pounding in his ears. He could feel the tension rising between them, a thick, palpable thing that made it hard to think straight. He knew he should walk away, make an excuse, anything to get out of this room, but his feet felt rooted to the spot.

Emma reached out and touched his arm lightly, her fingers grazing his skin. The contact sent a jolt through him, his breath catching as he realized just how close she was, the scent of her perfume mingling with the faint smell of the tools in his bag.

“Come on,” she said softly, her voice a teasing whisper. “It’ll just take a minute. I promise.”

Without waiting for his response, she turned and walked toward her bedroom, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She didn’t bother to close the door behind her, leaving it open just enough for him to see the dark, inviting interior of her room—a clear invitation if he dared to follow.

Mr. Wallace hesitated, every rational part of his mind screaming at him to stop, to leave, to walk out the door and never look back. But the temptation, the raw desire that had been building since he first set foot in this house, was overwhelming.

After a brief, torturous pause, he found himself moving toward her bedroom, his resolve crumbling with each step. As he crossed the threshold, he knew there was no turning back now. Emma had set the stage, and he was about to play a part in a game he hadn’t expected but suddenly found himself unable to resist.

Mr. Wallace stood in the doorway of Emma’s bedroom, the sight of her draped in black lace drawing him in like a magnet. The room was dimly lit, the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. Emma was at the window, her back to him, pretending to fiddle with the latch. The way her body curved in the lace lingerie made his pulse quicken, the delicate fabric clinging to her in a way that left little to the imagination.

“Mr. Wallace,” she called over her shoulder, her voice light and casual, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. “It’s stuck just like Mom’s was. Can you take a look?”

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus. “Sure thing,” he replied, though his voice came out huskier than he intended. He crossed the room, each step feeling heavier as he drew closer to her.

When he reached the window, Emma stepped aside, giving him room to work but staying close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. She watched him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him.

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By *lderman500Man
16 weeks ago

sleaford

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
16 weeks ago

Northumberland

Cracking, Love it ,

Xx

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By *ogan WillowCouple
16 weeks ago

Leeds

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By *ig daddy 1969Man
16 weeks ago

manchester

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By *lay-with-MeMan
16 weeks ago

Whitchurch Shropshire

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By *urvygirl75Woman
16 weeks ago

chester

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By *ld perverted VoyeurMan
16 weeks ago

winchester

Extremely well written, each sentence leads the reader forward to the next inexorably.

Well done O.P.

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By *illie fitMan
16 weeks ago

Bournemouth

More don’t leave us hanging

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By *uckyFarmersCouple
16 weeks ago

Bristol

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By *elly61TV/TS
16 weeks ago

Burnham on Sea

More please excellent build up

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By *ushin boundariesCouple
16 weeks ago

halstead

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By *kpiercedCouple
16 weeks ago

walsall

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By *orgotten22Woman
16 weeks ago

out in the sticks in the north east england

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By *ocktoplaywithMan
16 weeks ago

Derby

I wonder what toys she has in her drawer

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace bent over slightly to inspect the window, trying to concentrate on the task at hand, but Emma’s presence was impossible to ignore. The subtle rustle of lace as she shifted her weight, the way her perfume lingered in the air, all combined to make it difficult to think straight. His hands were on the window frame, but his mind was elsewhere—trailing over the curve of her hips, the smoothness of her skin, and the way her eyes sparkled with that knowing mischief.

As he tugged on the latch, testing it, Emma moved closer, her body brushing lightly against his arm. The contact was fleeting, almost innocent, but it sent a jolt through him nonetheless. She leaned in, peering over his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck.

“Is it really stuck?” she asked, her voice low and sultry, the words laced with a teasing edge. “Or maybe it just needs the right touch?”

Mr. Wallace’s grip tightened on the window frame, his knuckles whitening. He could feel her eyes on him, could sense the playful challenge in her tone. She was toying with him, and they both knew it.

“It’s a little stubborn,” he managed to say, his voice thick with the effort of maintaining his composure. “But I think I’ve got it under control.”

Emma hummed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Good,” she purred, stepping even closer until there was barely an inch between them. “You always seem to know just how to handle these things.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with suggestion, and Mr. Wallace felt the heat rising in his cheeks. He was a man of control, used to keeping a level head, but Emma was unraveling him with every word, every subtle movement.

She let her fingers trail along the windowsill, her touch feather-light. “I guess it’s all about knowing where to apply a little pressure,” she mused, her voice dropping to a near whisper, “and when to ease up, right?”

Mr. Wallace swallowed hard, trying to focus on the window, but the double meaning in her words made it nearly impossible. He could feel the tension between them thickening, an almost palpable thing that filled the room, making it hard to breathe.

“Exactly,” he replied, his voice betraying the strain he was under. “It’s all about finesse… knowing just how far to push.”

Emma’s lips curled into a slow, teasing smile. “I like that,” she murmured. “It’s good to know you’re so… experienced.”

She let the word hang in the air for a moment, watching his reaction, before she shifted her stance slightly, brushing her leg against his. The contact was deliberate, the lace of her stockings whispering against the fabric of his jeans, and it sent a bolt of electricity through him.

He couldn’t help it—his gaze flicked down, taking in the sight of her in the black lace, the way it hugged her body, accentuating every curve. The lingerie was designed to tease, to tantalize, and Emma wore it with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what effect she was having on him.

“Mr. Wallace,” she said, drawing his attention back to her face, her eyes dark with amusement. “You seem a little distracted. Is something wrong?”

He forced himself to look away, focusing on the window once more, though his hands trembled slightly as he worked the latch. “No,” he said, though the lie was thin, almost transparent. “Just trying to get this window sorted out.”

Emma laughed softly, the sound rich and melodic. “You know,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “you don’t have to pretend with me. I’m not as innocent as you might think.”

She reached out, her fingers grazing the back of his hand where it rested on the windowsill. The touch was soft, almost gentle, but it felt like a spark, igniting something deep within him.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she continued, her tone playful yet edged with something darker. “You don’t have to hide it.”

Mr. Wallace’s breath hitched, the admission catching him off guard. He had tried to be discreet, to keep his thoughts in check, but Emma had seen right through him. And now, she was offering him a choice—to continue pretending, or to step into the game she was so skillfully playing.

Emma leaned in, her lips close to his ear, her breath warm against his skin. “You can touch,” she whispered, her voice like silk. “If you want. I don’t mind.”

The invitation hung in the air between them, heavy and intoxicating, and Mr. Wallace felt his resolve slipping, the carefully maintained control he prided himself on crumbling under the weight of her teasing. Emma was giving him an out, a chance to indulge in the very thing he had tried so hard to resist.

The room was quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of a clock somewhere in the house, marking the seconds as Mr. Wallace wrestled with the decision before him. The air was thick with anticipation, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.

His hand, still resting on the window latch, trembled slightly, and Emma noticed. Her smile widened, a slow, seductive curve of her lips as she stepped back, giving him a little space, though the distance between them was still tantalizingly close.

“Or maybe,” she mused, her tone light but laced with that same teasing edge, “you’re the type who likes to take his time. Work up to things. Make it last.” She let her words trail off, her meaning clear.

Mr. Wallace’s heart pounded in his chest as he met her gaze, the decision hanging in the balance. Emma was playing a dangerous game, one that could lead them both down a path from which there would be no turning back.

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By *usty kayWoman
16 weeks ago

Burnham

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By *reenline49Man
16 weeks ago

Melbourn

This should be made into a book or film!

A superb story.

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
16 weeks ago

Northumberland

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

Emma moved slowly, deliberately, her every motion calculated to draw Mr. Wallace deeper into her web. Without breaking eye contact, she stepped away from the window and toward the bed, the soft sway of her hips commanding his full attention.

“Maybe you’re right,” she said, her voice a mix of playful innocence and something far more seductive. “Sometimes you need to get a little more comfortable to get things just right.”

She turned away from him, and before he could even draw breath, she leaned forward, resting her hands on the edge of the bed, and bent over. The movement was languid, almost lazy, but it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. The curve of her back, the way her hips tilted up, the lace framing her in a way that left very little to the imagination—it was all a deliberate, tantalizing show meant for him and him alone.

Mr. Wallace’s breath caught in his throat as he was presented with a sight he knew he shouldn’t be looking at but couldn’t tear his eyes away from. The lace panties she wore clung to her in all the right places, accentuating the soft, inviting curves of her body. The garter straps stretched taut against her thighs, drawing his gaze lower before trailing back up. It was a view that sent a hot rush through him, a mix of desire and the thrilling danger of the situation.

Emma glanced back at him over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling with mischief, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She straightened up slightly, as if adjusting herself, but the motion only served to emphasize the smooth line of her back, the gentle arch of her spine.

“Is something wrong, Mr. Wallace?” she asked, her voice deceptively sweet, though the question was layered with innuendo. “You seem awfully quiet.”

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, his mouth working to find the words that wouldn’t come. His hands hung uselessly at his sides, the tools forgotten as all his attention zeroed in on the sight before him.

Emma’s smile widened at his silence, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. “You know,” she continued, her tone conversational but with a teasing lilt, “I’ve always admired how hard you work. It must be exhausting, always having to take care of everyone else’s needs.”

She shifted slightly, her body moving with a subtle, sensual grace as she leaned further over the bed, stretching her arms out in front of her, the action making the lace stretch over her curves even tighter.

“Sometimes, you deserve to relax,” she purred, the words dripping with implication. “Maybe even enjoy yourself a little.”

Mr. Wallace’s heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm of it echoing in his ears as he fought to keep his composure. This was crossing a line, and he knew it, but Emma wasn’t giving him any space to think clearly. Every move she made was like a siren’s call, luring him deeper into dangerous waters.

She let out a soft sigh, as if settling into the position, her back arching slightly, her hips lifting just enough to keep his attention fixed squarely on her. “Or maybe,” she mused, her voice soft, “you just need a little… encouragement?”

The challenge in her tone was unmistakable. Emma was playing him, pushing his limits, testing how far she could go before he broke. And the truth was, she could see how close he was to that breaking point. She could feel the tension in the air, the way his gaze burned into her, hot and intense, as if he was trying to restrain himself but didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

“Go ahead,” she whispered, the words slipping out like a secret. “I won’t tell.”

Mr. Wallace’s resolve wavered, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he fought the urge to close the distance between them. The image of her, bent over the bed, practically begging him to give in, was almost too much to resist. Emma knew exactly what she was doing, and she was winning.

She stayed in that position a moment longer, letting the anticipation build, her body a living temptation that he couldn’t escape. Then, ever so slowly, she straightened up, turning to face him again, her eyes locking onto his.

“I think you’ve done enough for today,” she said softly, her voice low and sultry. She moved closer, her fingers grazing his arm lightly as she passed by him, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through him.

With that, Emma gave him one last, lingering glance before she slipped out of the room, leaving him standing there, breathless and shaken, the lingering scent of her perfume hanging in the air like a reminder of just how far things had gone.

And how far they still could go.

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16 weeks ago

m1

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1


"This should be made into a book or film!

A superb story."

Thank you but I think it’s a already a fantasy porn movie

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By *j and c 2Couple
16 weeks ago

mullingar

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

As Emma reached the doorway, she paused, turning back to face Mr. Wallace. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of triumph and something more playful, knowing exactly the kind of turmoil she had stirred up inside him.

With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached behind her back, her fingers deftly finding the clasp of her bra. The sound of the clip releasing was barely audible, but to Mr. Wallace, it was as loud as a thunderclap, reverberating in the charged silence of the room.

Emma kept her eyes locked on his, watching as his gaze dropped, following her every move. She slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the lace fall away, exposing the smooth, soft skin beneath. The bra slipped from her fingers, landing softly on the floor, leaving her upper body completely bare.

Mr. Wallace’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes fixed on her as she stood there, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She made no attempt to cover herself, her posture confident and unashamed, the curve of her breasts on full display, nipples peaked from the cool air and the thrill of the moment.

But Emma wasn’t finished. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, her movements slow and teasing as she began to slide them down her hips. She let them slip inch by inch, revealing more of her skin, the fabric gradually peeling away to reveal the full curve of her hips, her thighs, and the delicate line of her waist.

She stopped just short of revealing everything, her fingers holding the lace in place just above the point where he could see her completely. Her eyes flicked back to his, her expression one of pure, unbridled temptation.

“Oops,” she said softly, her voice a breathy whisper, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips as she held the panties just on the edge of revealing everything. “Almost gave too much away.”

With that, she let the waistband snap back against her hips, leaving him with nothing but the memory of the skin he had just seen, the brief, tantalizing glimpse that would haunt him long after she left the room.

Emma turned on her heel, giving him one last, lingering look over her shoulder, her body moving with a grace and confidence that left no doubt about the power she held over him.

And then, with a soft laugh that was as much a promise as it was a tease, she slipped out of the room, leaving Mr. Wallace standing there, his heart pounding in his chest, the image of her naked form burned into his mind.

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By *atelotmanMan
16 weeks ago

Chatham

Cant wait to read more of this well written story.

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By *uckchowmeinCouple
16 weeks ago

Loughborough

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By *rgasm4u69Man
16 weeks ago

Warrington

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
16 weeks ago

Northumberland

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By *ary1001xMan
16 weeks ago

Hillsborough

Brilliantly written

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By *heswingerMan
16 weeks ago

the steel city sheffield

This sounds very much like my x an her daughter, they’d both sit around in lose shorts an baggy t shirts with everything on show, x had a kink of being fucked while wearing daughters knickers an me filling them with cum an them put them back on her lingerie drawer, daughter caught us fucking a few times an once stood outside bedroom door listening, her favourite was to stand on the stairs on two treads legs apart knowing I could see up at her shaved pussy

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By *heswingerMan
16 weeks ago

the steel city sheffield

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By *oppy12Man
16 weeks ago

Swindon

Fabulous story so well written

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

As the door clicked shut behind Emma, leaving Mr. Wallace alone in the charged silence of the room, the echo of her teasing laughter still lingered in his ears. He stood there, frozen in place, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on him like a vice. His mind was a whirl of conflicting thoughts—desire, guilt, and the undeniable thrill of having been so close to something forbidden.

Then, just as he was beginning to wrestle his senses back under control, they both heard it—the sound of the front door opening. The creak of hinges and the muffled shuffle of footsteps followed by the unmistakable sound of keys being tossed onto a table.

Panic shot through Mr. Wallace like a jolt of electricity. He hadn’t realized how far things had gone, how dangerously close they were to being caught. His body reacted instinctively, the surge of adrenaline doing nothing to alleviate the very noticeable bulge straining against his jeans. He shifted awkwardly, trying to will it away, but it was no use—Emma’s provocations had left him with an undeniable, and now impossible to hide, evidence of his arousal.

From the other side of the door, Emma’s voice drifted back to him, calm and composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“Mom?” she called out, her tone casual, betraying none of the heated tension that had just filled the room. “Is that you?”

Mr. Wallace’s heart pounded in his chest as the realization hit him—Eliza was home. He scrambled to adjust himself, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to smooth down his shirt, hoping to hide the bulge that refused to cooperate.

“Yes, it’s me,” Eliza’s voice responded from the foyer, filled with the usual warmth and cheer. “I thought I’d surprise you. I brought home dinner. Is Mr. Wallace still here?”

Emma glanced back at the door, a mischievous smile curling on her lips. She knew the position she had left him in, and the flicker of amusement in her eyes told him she was fully aware of the predicament she had created.

“He’s just finishing up,” Emma replied, her voice steady, but there was a slight edge to it—an unspoken hint of the game she was still playing. “I’ll let him know you’re home.”

Mr. Wallace could hear Eliza moving about in the other room, her footsteps echoing down the hall as she began unpacking groceries. He could feel the heat creeping up his neck, the flush of embarrassment mingling with the lingering desire that Emma had so expertly stoked.

Emma took a step toward the door, pausing just long enough to throw a glance over her shoulder at Mr. Wallace. Her eyes flicked downward, clearly noting the bulge that he was still struggling to hide, and her smile widened, the playful glint in her eyes making it clear that she was far from done toying with him.

“Well, Mr. Wallace,” she said softly, her voice just loud enough for him to hear, “it looks like you’re in a bit of a tight spot. Better take care of that before Mom sees, don’t you think?”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving him to collect himself in the wake of her teasing. Her laughter echoed softly in the hallway as she joined her mother in the kitchen, her voice light and innocent, as if nothing at all had transpired just moments before.

Mr. Wallace stood there for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to regain his composure. He knew he needed to get a handle on himself before he could face Eliza, but the remnants of Emma’s flirtation still buzzed through his veins, making it difficult to think straight.

Finally, he took a deep breath, willing the tension in his body to ease. He forced himself to focus on anything else—tools, windows, the job he had been hired to do—anything to regain his composure.

After a few more moments, when he felt the flush in his cheeks start to fade and the bulge in his jeans begin to subside, he stepped out into the hallway, trying to act as if everything was normal.

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By *oppy12Man
16 weeks ago

Swindon

So very very good!

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By *ary1001xMan
16 weeks ago

Hillsborough

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By *lderWiserNowMan
16 weeks ago

Kettrin

Wow, soooo erotic

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By *ushin boundariesCouple
16 weeks ago

halstead

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By *lderman500Man
16 weeks ago

sleaford

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

Should we keep going?

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By *ogan WillowCouple
16 weeks ago

Leeds

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By *loth280Man
16 weeks ago

Caversham


"Should we keep going? "

Yes, please do!

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By *kpiercedCouple
16 weeks ago

walsall

Fantastic writing !

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
16 weeks ago

Northumberland

Superb!

Xx

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By *oss25Man
16 weeks ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
16 weeks ago

m1

As Mr. Wallace stepped into the hallway, he tried to compose himself, though the lingering effects of Emma’s teasing made it nearly impossible to act natural. The scent of her perfume still hung in the air, and the image of her standing there, nearly naked and provocatively posed, was seared into his mind.

Eliza was in the kitchen, unpacking groceries, humming softly to herself as she arranged things on the counter. She looked up as he entered, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Mr. Wallace! Thank you so much for coming on short notice. I hope Emma wasn’t too much of a distraction.”

Her words, innocent and well-meaning, sent a ripple of discomfort through him. He forced a smile, trying to keep his voice steady. “No trouble at all, Mrs. Fletcher. Just finishing up the last of the work.”

Eliza’s gaze flicked to the hallway, then back to him, her smile never wavering. “Emma’s a handful, isn’t she? I hope she wasn’t too forward with you.”

The question hung in the air, loaded with unspoken implications. Mr. Wallace’s mind raced, his heart still pounding in his chest as he tried to decipher whether Eliza knew something or if her question was purely innocent. “She was… curious,” he replied carefully, choosing his words with caution. “But nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Eliza chuckled, seemingly satisfied with his answer. “That’s my Emma. Always pushing boundaries.”

Just then, Emma appeared in the doorway, her eyes catching Mr. Wallace’s for just a brief moment. There was a spark of something mischievous in her gaze, and the slightest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She was dressed now, but there was still an unmistakable air of confidence about her, as if she knew exactly the effect she had on him.

“Mom, do you need help with dinner?” she asked, her voice sweet and innocent, though Mr. Wallace could hear the underlying tease in her tone.

Eliza waved her off with a smile. “I’ve got it, honey. Why don’t you keep Mr. Wallace company while he wraps up? I’m sure he could use some help with the tools.”

Emma’s eyes lit up with amusement, clearly relishing the opportunity. “Of course, Mom. I’d love to help.”

Mr. Wallace’s heart skipped a beat as Emma approached him, her every move still infused with that same subtle seduction. He tried to focus on the task at hand, reminding himself that he was here to work, not to get caught up in the dangerous game Emma was playing.

But as she reached out to take the toolbox from his hand, her fingers brushed against his, lingering just a moment too long, sending a shiver up his spine. The contact was brief, but it was enough to reignite the tension that had been simmering between them.

“Careful,” Emma whispered, her voice low and meant only for his ears. “You wouldn’t want to drop anything important.”

He looked up at her, his gaze meeting hers, and for a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. There was something in her eyes, a challenge, a dare, that made his pulse quicken all over again.

Eliza called out from the kitchen, breaking the spell. “Mr. Wallace, would you like to stay for dinner? It’s the least we can do after you’ve been so helpful.”

He hesitated, the idea of staying in the house with both Eliza and Emma sending a mix of emotions coursing through him. But before he could answer, Emma chimed in.

“Please stay,” she said, her voice soft and inviting. “We’d love to have you.”

Her words were innocent enough, but the look she gave him was anything but. Mr. Wallace felt a familiar heat rising in him, the same heat that had been building ever since she had started her teasing. The thought of being alone with Emma again, even for a moment, was both thrilling and terrifying.

Eliza smiled warmly, completely oblivious to the silent exchange happening between her daughter and the handyman. “It’s settled then. You’ll stay for dinner.”

Mr. Wallace nodded, though his mind was already racing with the possibilities of what the evening might hold. He followed Emma back to the hallway, where she led him toward the tools.

As they walked, Emma stayed close, her arm brushing against his in a way that felt far from accidental. When they reached the toolbox, she bent over to pick up a wrench, her body once again arching provocatively, giving him a view that was all too familiar and all too tempting.

“I think you might have missed a spot,” she murmured, handing him the tool with a knowing smile. “But don’t worry. I’m here to help.”

Mr. Wallace took the wrench, his fingers brushing against hers, feeling the heat between them flare up once more. Emma’s gaze lingered on him, the challenge in her eyes daring him to see how far he could go.

But they both knew this was only the beginning.

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By *uckchowmeinCouple
16 weeks ago

Loughborough

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By *ushin boundariesCouple
16 weeks ago

halstead

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By *ary1001xMan
16 weeks ago

Hillsborough

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By *2spikeMan
16 weeks ago

Southsea

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By *rgasm4u69Man
16 weeks ago

Warrington

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By *lderman500Man
16 weeks ago

sleaford

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By *akedMMan
16 weeks ago

Witney

Wow so good

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
16 weeks ago

Northumberland

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By *en1234300Man
15 weeks ago

Peterborough

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By *kpiercedCouple
15 weeks ago

walsall

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By *ung nine inchMan
15 weeks ago

leeds

We had few meet fun with handymen sakina loves to tease

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By *aughtywifeyWoman
15 weeks ago

close

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By *onR66Man
15 weeks ago

Abergele

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15 weeks ago

Burnham on Sea

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace finished tightening the last bolt, his mind still a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He could barely focus on his work, the lingering effects of Emma’s relentless teasing making it impossible to concentrate. He wiped the sweat from his brow and packed up his tools, trying to shake the images from his mind.

“I think that’s everything,” he said, forcing a smile as he straightened up, glancing over at Emma.

She had been watching him the entire time, leaning casually against the doorframe, her eyes tracking his every movement. The look on her face was one of quiet satisfaction, as if she knew exactly the turmoil she had caused and was relishing every moment of it.

“Good,” Emma replied softly, her voice laced with that same suggestive undertone. “You’ve worked so hard today. You deserve a break.”

Mr. Wallace nodded, his mouth dry as he tried to keep his gaze from drifting to the tempting curves that Emma seemed all too aware of. “I’ll just wash up before dinner.”

He headed to the bathroom, grateful for the brief moment alone. Splashing cool water on his face, he took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. The cold water helped, but it did little to quell the heat still simmering in his veins, a heat that Emma had stoked with every glance, every brush of her fingers against his.

After drying his hands, Mr. Wallace made his way downstairs, the clinking of dishes and the low hum of conversation coming from the kitchen. Eliza was busy setting the table, her cheerful humming a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind.

“Smells great, Mrs. Fletcher,” he said as he entered the kitchen, doing his best to sound normal, as if the past hour hadn’t left him completely rattled.

Eliza smiled warmly at him. “I hope you like lasagna. Emma should be down soon. She’s just getting ready.”

Mr. Wallace nodded, his heart pounding a little faster at the thought of what Emma might be “getting ready” in. He busied himself with setting down his tools in a neat pile by the door, trying to distract himself from the anticipation that was building inside him.

A few minutes later, he heard the soft sound of footsteps descending the stairs. He turned, his breath catching in his throat as Emma appeared at the top of the staircase.

She was wearing a dress, if it could even be called that. It clung to her body like a second skin, the material so sheer it was almost see-through, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The fabric shimmered in the soft light, highlighting every curve, every line of her body in a way that was both breathtaking and entirely inappropriate. The neckline plunged daringly low, revealing the swell of her breasts, while the hemline barely grazed the tops of her thighs, leaving her long, smooth legs completely exposed.

Mr. Wallace felt his pulse quicken, his mouth going dry as Emma slowly descended the stairs, her movements graceful and unhurried. She was fully aware of the effect she was having on him, and she reveled in it, her eyes locking onto his with a gaze that was both playful and sultry.

As she reached the bottom step, Emma paused, giving him a slow, deliberate once-over, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “What do you think, Mr. Wallace? Is this… suitable for dinner?”

Mr. Wallace struggled to find his voice, his mind racing as he tried to think of something—anything—to say that wouldn’t betray the storm of desire coursing through him. “You look… nice,” he managed to stammer, though the word felt wholly inadequate to describe what he was seeing.

“Nice?” Emma repeated, feigning a pout as she took a step closer to him, her hips swaying ever so slightly. “Just nice?”

She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against his arm, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through him. Her touch lingered, her hand slowly trailing down his arm before she pulled away, her eyes never leaving his.

Mr. Wallace’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing as he fought to keep his composure. But Emma wasn’t done with him yet. She took another step closer, the sheer fabric of her dress brushing against his leg as she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “I was hoping for a bit more than ‘nice.’ Maybe you can think of a better word to describe it.”

The air between them was thick with tension, a potent mix of desire and the forbidden that made Mr. Wallace’s pulse race. Emma’s proximity, the intoxicating scent of her perfume, and the way her body brushed against his with every subtle movement—it all conspired to push him to the edge of his self-control.

He swallowed hard, his mind scrambling for a response that wouldn’t betray the turmoil inside him. “It’s… breathtaking,” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… breathtaking.”

Emma’s smile widened, clearly pleased with his answer. She straightened up slightly, giving him a full view of her barely-covered form, the sheer dress leaving little to his imagination. “I’m glad you think so,” she purred, her voice low and filled with a seductive edge. “I wanted to look my best for you… and for dinner, of course.”

She took a step back, just out of his reach, her eyes still locked on his, challenging him to make a move or to resist her allure. It was a game to her, a dangerous game, and she was playing it with a skill that left Mr. Wallace reeling.

But before he could say anything more, Eliza’s voice called out from the kitchen, snapping them both back to reality. “Emma, can you bring the salad to the table, please?”

Emma’s gaze lingered on Mr. Wallace for a moment longer, a flicker of mischief dancing in her eyes. Then, with a graceful turn, she sauntered into the kitchen, her dress swaying with each step, leaving Mr. Wallace standing there, his heart pounding and his mind spinning with the memory of what had just transpired.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he followed her into the dining room. Eliza was busy setting the last of the dishes on the table, completely unaware of the charged interaction that had just taken place.

“Dinner’s ready,” Eliza said cheerfully, glancing up at Mr. Wallace with a warm smile. “I hope you’re hungry.”

Mr. Wallace forced a smile, trying to push the images of Emma from his mind. “Starving,” he replied, though his hunger was now for something far different than the meal in front of him.

They all took their seats, with Emma deliberately positioning herself directly across from Mr. Wallace, ensuring that he had a perfect view of her throughout the meal. She seemed to delight in keeping him on edge, her every movement—whether it was reaching for a dish or crossing her legs under the table—designed to draw his eyes back to her and the dress that barely concealed her.

Conversation flowed easily between Eliza and Emma, though Mr. Wallace struggled to contribute, his mind too distracted by the ongoing tease that Emma continued with subtle glances and coy smiles.

Eliza, blissfully unaware of the silent battle raging inside Mr. Wallace, chatted happily about her day, discussing everything from work to the latest gossip in the neighborhood. Emma played along, keeping up the pretense of normalcy, though her occasional smirks and lingering glances told a different story.

As the meal progressed, Emma’s foot “accidentally” brushed against Mr. Wallace’s under the table, the contact sending a shockwave through him. She didn’t pull away; instead, she let her foot linger, lightly tracing the side of his leg, the touch both maddening and thrilling.

Mr. Wallace could barely focus on his food, the tension between him and Emma building with each passing moment. Every accidental brush of her foot, every suggestive glance—it was driving him to the brink. He knew this was wrong, that he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from the allure Emma exuded so effortlessly.

Eliza seemed oblivious to it all, happily eating her dinner and occasionally asking Mr. Wallace about his work. He answered as best as he could, though his responses were distracted, his mind too caught up in the dangerous game Emma was playing under the table.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the meal came to an end. Eliza stood up, collecting the plates and thanking Mr. Wallace once again for all his hard work.

“Thank you for joining us, Mr. Wallace,” she said warmly. “You’ve been such a help.”

He nodded, mumbling his thanks, but his attention was still on Emma, who remained seated, her eyes locked onto his with a look that promised this game was far from over.

As Eliza turned to clear the table, Emma rose from her chair, walking around the table to where Mr. Wallace stood. She leaned in close, her lips just inches from his ear, her breath warm against his skin.

“This was fun,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, “but I think we both know there’s more to come.” Her hand grazed his arm, the touch light but electric, sending a shiver down his spine. Then, with a final, lingering look, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, his heart racing and his thoughts a tangled mess of desire and fear.

Emma’s words echoed in his mind as he watched her retreat, knowing full well that this was far from the end of whatever she had in mind for him.

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By *rgasm4u69Man
15 weeks ago

Warrington

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By *akedMMan
15 weeks ago

Witney

Omg so hot

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

I’m glad your all liking.

Question is how should it end?

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By *uiteCurlyMan
15 weeks ago

Glastonbury

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By *uiteCurlyMan
15 weeks ago

Glastonbury


"I’m glad your all liking.

Question is how should it end? "

Can it never end? Please?

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
15 weeks ago

Northumberland

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1


"I’m glad your all liking.

Question is how should it end?

Can it never end? Please? "

All good things must come to an end eventually

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By *lderman500Man
15 weeks ago

sleaford

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By *ary1001xMan
15 weeks ago

Hillsborough

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By *heswingerMan
15 weeks ago

the steel city sheffield


"I’m glad your all liking.

Question is how should it end? "

Keep it going as long as you feel it’s worth it, I’m certainly relating to this

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By *valanche6969Man
15 weeks ago

Blackburn

Absolutely love this! So well written and incredibly sexy!!

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace stood frozen for a moment, the echo of Emma’s words reverberating in his mind. He watched her retreating figure, the sheer fabric of her dress swaying with each step, making his pulse quicken all over again. The dinner had been a minefield of temptation, and now, with her parting words, she had lit a fuse that was burning ever closer to something explosive.

Eliza’s voice pulled him back to reality. “Mr. Wallace, are you okay?” she asked with a gentle smile as she carried the dishes to the sink.

He cleared his throat, forcing a smile. “Yes, Mrs. Fletcher. Just thinking about the job I have tomorrow.”

Eliza nodded, her expression warm and friendly. “Well, you’ve done more than enough here today. Why don’t you relax for a bit? You’re welcome to stay and unwind.”

He hesitated, knowing he should politely decline and leave the house before Emma found another way to push him further. But the invitation was too tempting, and the lure of Emma’s teasing still hummed in his veins.

“Maybe just for a little while,” he conceded, trying to keep his voice steady.

Eliza smiled, pleased. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll bring out some dessert.”

As she busied herself in the kitchen, Mr. Wallace wandered into the living room, his mind still buzzing with the tension from earlier. He settled onto the couch, trying to relax, but the lingering anticipation made it impossible. His thoughts kept drifting back to Emma, her eyes, her touch, the way she had looked at him as if she knew exactly how to unravel him.

A few minutes later, he heard the soft pad of footsteps approaching. He looked up just in time to see Emma enter the room, her earlier dress replaced by something even more provocative—a silk robe, barely tied at the waist, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. The smooth fabric clung to her curves, each movement causing the robe to shift slightly, revealing more of her skin.

She glided across the room with a feline grace, her eyes locking onto his with a sultry intensity. “I see you decided to stay,” she purred, her voice low and inviting.

Mr. Wallace could only nod, his mouth suddenly dry as Emma crossed the room to stand in front of him. She looked down at him, her gaze smoldering, as she slowly untied the belt of her robe, letting it fall open just enough to reveal the delicate lace lingerie underneath. It was sheer, intricate, and left little to the imagination, the fabric clinging to her in a way that made it impossible for him to look away.

“Are you comfortable, Mr. Wallace?” she asked, her voice teasingly sweet as she leaned in, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her body.

His breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. “Y-yes,” he stammered, though the word felt inadequate to describe the rush of emotions he was feeling.

Emma smiled, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. “Good,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. “I want you to be… very comfortable.”

She let the robe slide off one shoulder, the silky fabric pooling around her waist as she moved even closer, her hand lightly resting on his knee. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, the tension between them crackling in the air like a live wire.

But just as Mr. Wallace thought he might lose control, a soft call from the kitchen broke the spell. “Emma, could you help me with the dessert?”

Emma’s eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she straightened up, slowly pulling her robe back into place. “Of course, Mom,” she called back, her voice sweet and innocent, though her eyes told a different story.

As she turned to leave, she cast one final glance over her shoulder at Mr. Wallace, her smile one of pure seduction. “Don’t go anywhere,” she murmured, before disappearing into the kitchen.

Mr. Wallace sat there, his body thrumming with the energy of their encounter, every nerve on edge as he tried to process what had just happened. He knew he should leave, that he was playing with fire by staying, but the allure of Emma’s game was too strong, too intoxicating to resist.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, knowing that the night was far from over, and whatever Emma had in mind next would push him to the very limits of his control.

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By *lderman500Man
15 weeks ago

sleaford

Fantastic story

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15 weeks ago

Warrington

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
15 weeks ago

Northumberland

Classic, one of the best stories I have ever had the pleasure to read!

Xx

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By *uckchowmeinCouple
15 weeks ago

Loughborough

Amazing story. And so well written

I hope we get a full description of emmas body soon..

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15 weeks ago

Swindon

Incredible story!

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15 weeks ago

halstead

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15 weeks ago

edinburgh

Now that's a story!!

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15 weeks ago

close

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15 weeks ago

stafford

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By *ary1001xMan
15 weeks ago

Hillsborough

brilliant

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15 weeks ago

Oxford

Beautiful written story

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15 weeks ago

Birmingham

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15 weeks ago

paisley

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15 weeks ago

Galway

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15 weeks ago

Craigavon

Love it

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15 weeks ago

stevenage

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15 weeks ago

Selby

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15 weeks ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

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15 weeks ago

Whitchurch Shropshire

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

As Emma glided back into the living room, the air seemed to change. The atmosphere, already charged from her earlier teasing, thickened as she took center stage. Both Eliza and Mr. Wallace couldn't help but watch her every move, captivated by the magnetic pull she exerted on the room.

Emma had changed into a new outfit—one that was both daring and unmistakably designed to draw attention. She wore a silky, figure-hugging dress that shimmered with every step, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The neckline plunged dangerously low, drawing the eye to the smooth expanse of her chest, while the hem barely brushed the tops of her thighs, showcasing her long, toned legs.

Eliza's eyes followed her daughter with a mixture of admiration and slight concern. She knew Emma was aware of her beauty, but tonight she seemed to be pushing boundaries, testing limits. Yet there was something about the way Emma carried herself—confident, almost daring—that made it hard for even Eliza to look away.

Mr. Wallace, on the other hand, was struggling to keep his composure. He had been drawn into Emma’s game earlier, but now it felt as though she had taken complete control. As she walked past him, her eyes met his with a knowing look, and he felt his pulse quicken once more. It was clear she was fully aware of the effect she had on him, and she seemed to revel in it.

Emma’s voice broke the silence, sweet and casual. “Mom, do you think this dress is too much for dinner?” she asked, though the question was clearly rhetorical. She twirled slightly, giving them both a full view of the dress from every angle.

Eliza blinked, snapping out of her trance. “It’s... lovely, darling,” she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “But maybe a bit... daring?”

Emma smiled, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of her lips. “Oh, come on, Mom. We’re just at home. It’s not like I’m going anywhere.” Her gaze slid back to Mr. Wallace, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched his reaction.

Eliza hesitated, then laughed softly, shaking her head. “I suppose you’re right. You do look stunning, though.” There was pride in her voice, but also a touch of something else—perhaps a hint of understanding about the subtle game Emma was playing.

Emma seemed to take her mother’s words as encouragement. She walked over to the couch, sitting down gracefully beside Mr. Wallace, her leg brushing against his as she did so. The contact was brief, but electric, sending a jolt through him that he struggled to hide.

“So, Mr. Wallace,” she began, her tone light and teasing, “have you enjoyed your day with us? I know it’s been a lot of hard work.”

Mr. Wallace cleared his throat, trying to keep his focus. “It’s been... an interesting day,” he replied, his voice rougher than he intended.

Emma tilted her head, her expression one of innocent curiosity, though her eyes said otherwise. “Interesting? How so?” She leaned in slightly, her arm brushing against his in a way that felt anything but accidental.

Eliza watched the interaction with a thoughtful expression, as if trying to decipher the subtext of the conversation. She knew Emma was flirtatious by nature, but there was something more deliberate about her actions tonight—something that made Eliza wonder just how far her daughter was willing to push this game.

Mr. Wallace, caught between the two women, felt the pressure mounting. Emma’s teasing was relentless, and the way she positioned herself—so close, so inviting—made it difficult to think straight. He was acutely aware of every inch of space between them, or rather, the lack of it.

“Just... different from my usual day,” he managed to say, trying to keep his voice steady as he glanced briefly at Eliza, who was watching them both with a mix of curiosity and something else he couldn’t quite place.

Emma smiled, clearly pleased with herself. “Well, I’m glad we could make your day a little more... special.” She crossed her legs, the movement causing her dress to ride up slightly, revealing more of her smooth, tanned skin. Mr. Wallace’s eyes involuntarily followed the movement, and he quickly looked away, but not before Emma caught him looking.

Eliza seemed to sense the shift in the room, and she stood up, breaking the tension. “I’ll go check on dessert,” she announced, though there was a hint of hesitation in her voice, as if she wasn’t sure leaving the room was the best idea. But Emma gave her a reassuring smile, and Eliza nodded, leaving the two alone once more.

As soon as Eliza was out of sight, Emma turned her full attention back to Mr. Wallace, her expression changing from playful to something more intense. “You know,” she said softly, her voice low and seductive, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot today, Mr. Wallace.”

Mr. Wallace felt his heart race at her words. “Emma, I—”

But she didn’t let him finish. “I like the way you look at me,” she continued, her hand casually resting on his knee. “It makes me feel... powerful.” Her fingers lightly trailed up his leg, stopping just short of being too forward, her touch sending shivers through him.

He swallowed hard, the heat between them growing almost unbearable. “Emma, this isn’t...”

She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from his ear. “Isn’t what? Isn’t appropriate?” She laughed softly, the sound both sweet and wicked. “But we’re just talking, aren’t we?”

The way she said it made it clear that talking was the last thing on her mind, and Mr. Wallace felt his resolve weakening. She was young, yes, but there was a maturity in her gaze that told him she knew exactly what she was doing, and she was daring him to stop her.

In the distance, they heard the sound of dishes clinking, signaling that Eliza would be back soon. Emma didn’t pull away, though—instead, she held his gaze, her eyes filled with a challenge that made it clear this was only the beginning.

When Eliza returned, she found them still sitting on the couch, though there was a noticeable tension in the air that hadn’t been there before. Emma was sitting back, looking perfectly composed, but the glint in her eyes and the slight flush in Mr. Wallace’s cheeks told a different story.

“Dessert is ready,” Eliza said, oblivious to the undercurrents between them. “Come and join me in the kitchen?”

Emma stood up gracefully, giving Mr. Wallace one last lingering look before following her mother out of the room. As she walked away, her hips swaying slightly with each step, she glanced back at him, her smile promising that this was far from over.

Mr. Wallace remained seated for a moment, trying to collect himself. He knew he was in dangerous territory, but the memory of Emma’s touch, her voice, her gaze—it all lingered, making it impossible for him to think clearly and something was definitely building up and wanting release.

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15 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace remained seated for a moment, trying to collect himself. He knew he was in dangerous territory, but the memory of Emma’s touch, her voice, her gaze—it all lingered, making it impossible for him to think clearly. His thoughts raced as he tried to steady his breathing, the tension in the room still thick despite the brief reprieve.

As he finally stood to join them in the kitchen, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things had shifted irreversibly. He had always prided himself on maintaining professionalism, but tonight felt like the boundaries had blurred—perhaps too much.

When he entered the kitchen, the scent of something sweet filled the air, but it was the sight before him that caught his breath. Eliza was plating the dessert, her back to him, while Emma leaned casually against the counter, watching him with those same knowing eyes. There was an almost imperceptible smirk on her lips, as if she knew exactly what she was doing to him and enjoyed every moment of it.

“Mr. Wallace, come sit,” Eliza said warmly, turning to offer him a slice of cake. “You’ve worked hard today. You deserve a little treat.”

He nodded, taking the plate with a grateful smile, though his nerves were still rattled. Emma’s gaze remained fixed on him as she took a small bite of her dessert, her lips wrapping around the fork in a way that made his pulse quicken once more.

“Is everything to your liking?” she asked innocently, though her tone carried that same underlying edge of mischief.

He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the cake instead of the way her tongue darted out to catch a crumb at the corner of her mouth. “Yes, it’s delicious,” he managed, though he wasn’t sure if he was referring to the dessert or something else entirely.

Eliza took a seat beside him, unaware of the silent exchange between her daughter and their guest. “I’m so glad you could help us out today, Mr. Wallace. It’s not often we get to have such good company.”

Emma smiled at her mother’s words but said nothing, letting the silence stretch just a bit too long. The tension, though subtle, was palpable, and Mr. Wallace could feel the weight of it pressing down on him.

He was about to excuse himself, thinking it best to leave before things could escalate further, when Emma spoke again, her voice soft and almost too casual. “It’s nice having a man around the house. Isn’t it, Mom?”

Eliza laughed, clearly oblivious to the double meaning in her daughter’s words. “Yes, it is. It’s a shame we don’t have more visitors. Perhaps we should invite Mr. Wallace over more often?”

Emma’s eyes sparkled with something almost wicked. “I think that’s a great idea. Don’t you, Mr. Wallace?”

He hesitated, caught off guard by the suggestion. “I... well, I’d be happy to help out whenever you need.”

Emma’s smile widened, as if she’d won some unspoken game. “I’m sure we can think of plenty of ways you can be useful around here.”

Eliza, still unaware of the undercurrent in the conversation, simply nodded in agreement. “That would be wonderful. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a man’s touch around here.”

Mr. Wallace could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and he quickly took another bite of cake to avoid responding. The implications of their words hung in the air, and he found himself wondering just how far Emma intended to take this little game of hers.

As they finished dessert, the conversation flowed more easily, though the tension between Mr. Wallace and Emma never fully dissipated. It was as if they were both waiting for the next move, each one testing the boundaries in their own way.

When the plates were cleared and the evening seemed to be winding down, Eliza stretched and yawned. “I think I’m going to head to bed. It’s been a long day,” she said, giving Mr. Wallace a warm smile. “Thank you again for everything. You really were a lifesaver.”

He nodded, grateful for the escape. “It was my pleasure, Mrs. Fletcher. I’m glad I could help.”

Eliza turned to Emma. “Don’t stay up too late, darling. And don’t keep Mr. Wallace too long, either,” she teased, though there was a hint of seriousness in her tone.

Emma just smiled sweetly. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll make sure he gets home safely.”

With that, Eliza left the kitchen, leaving Mr. Wallace alone with Emma once more. The moment the older woman was out of earshot, Emma’s playful demeanor returned full force.

“So, Mr. Wallace,” she began, her voice low and silky, “do you think you’ll be coming back soon? I’m sure there are plenty of things around here that need fixing.”

He knew she wasn’t just talking about household repairs, but he couldn’t bring himself to respond in kind. Instead, he tried to steer the conversation back to safer territory. “If you ever need anything, you can always give me a call. I’ll be happy to help.”

Emma’s smile was pure temptation as she stepped closer, her fingers lightly brushing against his arm. “I might just do that,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.

He froze, his heart pounding as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with that same challenge from earlier. She was so close now, he could feel the heat radiating off her body, smell the faint, intoxicating scent of her perfume.

For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t breathe, caught in the trap she’d so skillfully laid for him. But then, with a monumental effort, he stepped back, breaking the spell.

“I should go,” he said, his voice rough with the strain of resisting her. “It’s getting late.”

Emma didn’t seem disappointed by his retreat; if anything, her smile widened, as if she knew something he didn’t. “Of course,” she said softly, stepping back to give him space. “But don’t be a stranger, Mr. Wallace. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.”

He nodded, almost too quickly, and turned to leave, his heart still racing. As he walked out the door, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d just narrowly escaped something—something he wasn’t sure he would be able to resist next time.

And as Emma watched him go, the smile on her lips was one of pure satisfaction. This was far from over.

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace arrived home with a heavy sigh, the events of the day playing over and over in his mind. He had never felt so conflicted, so off-balance. The drive home had been quiet, save for the thrum of his thoughts—thoughts that seemed to be dominated by Emma’s smile, her laugh, and those lingering touches that had left his skin tingling.

He tried to shake it off as he stepped into his modest home, kicking off his shoes and heading straight for the bathroom. A hot shower would help clear his mind, he reasoned. As the water cascaded over him, he let out a deep breath, hoping to wash away the tension that had built up throughout the day.

But as much as he tried to focus on anything else, his thoughts kept drifting back to Emma—how she had teased him, played with him. The way she had looked at him, so confident and self-assured, made it impossible to think of anything else. He closed his eyes, letting the steam envelop him, but even in the darkness, her image remained vivid.

His mind wandered through the various moments of the day—the casual brush of her hand, the way she’d leaned in close, the look in her eyes that had made him forget about everything but her. He found himself wondering what might have happened if he hadn’t stepped back, if he hadn’t left when he did. The thoughts were intoxicating, and he cursed himself for letting his mind go there.

Just as he was about to turn off the water, his phone, left on the bathroom counter, buzzed loudly against the tile. It startled him, pulling him out of his reverie. He quickly shut off the shower and reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist before grabbing the phone.

The screen illuminated with a notification—a text message from an unknown number. He hesitated for a moment before swiping to open it.

*Ping*

The message was brief: *"Thinking of you..."*

He frowned, wondering who it could be, but before he could even begin to guess, another notification popped up—a photo message.

With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, he tapped on the message, and his breath caught in his throat as the image filled the screen. It was Emma, unmistakably, though she looked even more alluring than he remembered from earlier in the evening. She was lying on her bed, draped in that same shimmering dress she had worn for dinner, but now it was slightly undone, exposing the smooth curve of her shoulder and the delicate lace of her undergarments beneath.

Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted in a sultry expression that made his heart race. The message was clear—this was no innocent photo. She was playing with him again, even from a distance, and the thought made his pulse quicken.

He stared at the picture, unsure of how to respond, or if he should respond at all. Part of him knew this was dangerous territory, that engaging any further would only lead to more trouble. But another part of him, the part that had been drawn in by her all day, was tempted to see where this would lead.

His thumb hovered over the screen, thoughts swirling in his head, as he tried to decide what to do next. Emma had pushed the boundaries before, but this felt like a step further—a line he wasn’t sure he should cross. But the pull was strong, and the memory of her touch, her scent, her voice echoed in his mind.

As he stood there, dripping wet, with the towel wrapped loosely around his waist, he couldn’t help but feel that this was only the beginning of something far more complicated—and far more dangerous—than he had anticipated.

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace was still staring at the picture of Emma, his mind in turmoil, when his phone buzzed again. The sound cut through the haze of thoughts clouding his mind, bringing him back to the present moment. He glanced down at the screen, seeing yet another message, but this time from a different number.

His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the number—it was Eliza’s. He hadn’t expected to hear from her after such a long and eventful day. With a mix of curiosity and a creeping sense of unease, he swiped to open the message.

Ping

The text read: “Just wanted to show my thanks for today. You were such a great help, Mr. Wallace.”

There was a warmth in her words, something comforting, something that felt safe compared to the charged energy he’d been exchanging with Emma. But before he could fully process the message, another notification appeared—this one a picture message.

He hesitated, his thumb hovering over the screen for a moment before he finally tapped to reveal the image. When the photo appeared, his breath caught in his throat once more.

It was Eliza, dressed in the very same undergarments he had carefully stuffed back into the wardrobe earlier that day. The delicate lace framed her curves beautifully, and she stood in front of a mirror, holding the camera at just the right angle to capture the full effect. There was a subtlety to her pose, a modesty that was almost overshadowed by the intimate nature of the photo. But the expression on her face—soft, appreciative, with just a hint of something more—left no doubt that she knew exactly what she was doing.

Mr. Wallace’s mind reeled. The image was a stark contrast to Emma’s bold and seductive photo, yet it was equally captivating. It wasn’t just the sight of Eliza in the lingerie, though that alone was enough to make his pulse quicken. It was the knowledge that this was the same piece of clothing he’d handled earlier, the one that had sent his thoughts down a dangerous path long before any of this had happened.

He could hardly believe the turn of events—the two women, mother and daughter, both reaching out to him in such unexpected, intimate ways. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, or how to respond.

His phone seemed to weigh heavily in his hand as he contemplated what to do next. Emma’s photo still lingered in his recent memory, and now this—Eliza, thanking him in a way that was far more personal than he had anticipated.

He felt a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, guilt, confusion—all crashing into each other as he stood there in his bathroom, the towel slipping slightly from his waist. There was a decision to be made, but the right choice seemed impossible to discern in the midst of this surreal situation.

For a long moment, he simply stood there, caught between two worlds—one represented by the daring and provocative Emma, and the other by the soft, mature allure of Eliza. Both women had reached out to him, both had pulled him into their orbit, and now he was left to navigate the storm they had created in his mind.

He knew one thing for sure—this was a day he wouldn’t soon forget. But as for what came next, he couldn’t begin to predict.

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By *itboyslim2Man
15 weeks ago

stevenage

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By *edagainMan
15 weeks ago

Newcastle

Great story

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By *aughtyHub96Man
15 weeks ago

Newport

Amazing story

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By *ifunlover69Man
15 weeks ago

Exeter

Beautifully written. Very erotic.

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By *ary1001xMan
15 weeks ago

Hillsborough

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By *lay-with-MeMan
15 weeks ago

Whitchurch Shropshire

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By *kpiercedCouple
15 weeks ago

walsall

Stunningly good writing !!!!

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By *oppy12Man
15 weeks ago

Swindon

The most amazing and wonderful story

Captivating

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By *ogan WillowCouple
15 weeks ago

Leeds

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

Mr. Wallace looked down at the towel that had slipped from his waist, pooling at his feet. The cool air against his skin was a sharp contrast to the heat coursing through his veins, a sign that perhaps the time for hesitation had passed. He had been pulled into a game—a game he hadn't intended to play, but one that now seemed impossible to resist.

With a deep breath, he picked up his phone, his mind racing. He had always been a man of restraint, someone who prided himself on maintaining a level head. But now, standing in his bathroom with the images of both Eliza and Emma fresh in his mind, he felt something shift within him. A part of him wanted to take control, to stop being the one played with and to turn the tables.

He thought about Eliza’s message—her subtle, yet undeniably suggestive way of showing gratitude. The lingerie she wore in the photo was a perfect reflection of the kind of woman she was: elegant, composed, yet deeply sensual in a way that was easy to underestimate. And then there was Emma, with her boldness, her youthful confidence, pushing boundaries without fear.

Mr. Wallace felt a surge of adrenaline as he quickly dried himself off, his decision made. It was his turn to take a step into this dangerous dance. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but the thrill of it all was too much to ignore.

He wrapped the towel around his waist once more, more for the sense of preparation than modesty, and sat down on the edge of his bed. Carefully, deliberately, he typed out a reply to Eliza, the words flowing easily despite his racing heart.

*"I should be thanking you. Today was full of surprises. I’m glad I could help."* He attached a picture of himself—a carefully framed shot that showed just enough to be suggestive, his bare chest still glistening slightly from the shower, the towel hanging low on his hips. It wasn’t overt, but it left little to the imagination, especially with the context of the messages they had exchanged.

He sent it before he could second-guess himself, feeling a rush as the message was delivered. The die was cast, and there was no turning back now.

A moment later, he composed a similar message for Emma, albeit with a slightly different tone. *"You definitely made my day... memorable. I hope this keeps your evening just as interesting."* He attached the same photo, knowing full well the effect it would have on her. Emma had been playing a dangerous game all day, and he was curious to see how she would react to him stepping up to the challenge.

After sending the messages, Mr. Wallace leaned back against the headboard, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He knew he was playing with fire, but there was a certain thrill in embracing the risk, in seeing how far this could go.

Mr. Wallace’s phone buzzed almost immediately after he sent his provocative photos. He glanced down, seeing messages from both Emma and Eliza. His heart raced as he hesitated before opening them, bracing himself for their reactions.

He opened Emma’s message first:

*"Don’t play us both. Not cool, Mr. Wallace."*

The accompanying picture made his breath catch. It showed Emma and Eliza, both dressed in the alluring outfits from earlier—Emma in her form-fitting, shimmering dress and Eliza in the lingerie he had seen earlier. They were standing close together, their expressions a mix of amusement and challenge. The image was clearly staged, but the message was unmistakable.

Eliza’s message followed:

*"We appreciate the enthusiasm, but if you’re going to be involved with both of us, honesty is key. Let’s keep this straightforward."*

Seeing the two of them together, like this, made it clear that they were both in on the game, and they weren’t afraid to call him out for trying to play both sides. The situation was evolving rapidly, and Mr. Wallace found himself at a crossroads. He had pushed boundaries, but now it was clear that the women were not just playing along—they were setting the rules.

He quickly typed a response, hoping to clarify his intentions and salvage the situation:

*"I’m sorry if I overstepped. I didn’t mean to cause any confusion. I appreciate both of your attention and would like to be honest and straightforward moving forward. How would you like to proceed?"*

He sent the message, feeling the weight of the situation settling heavily on his shoulders. The excitement of the earlier exchanges had been replaced by a more sobering reality—he had gotten himself into a complicated situation with two women who were clearly not willing to be part of a game. The next steps were now in their hands.

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By *illie fitMan
15 weeks ago

Bournemouth

Absolutely brilliant

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15 weeks ago

paisley

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
15 weeks ago

Northumberland

Love it,

Xx

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By *rcadian110Couple
15 weeks ago

Barnsley

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By *asseur_9Man
15 weeks ago

Ballymoney

Amazing story , can’t wait to read more of this , so intense and descriptive .

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By *ary1001xMan
15 weeks ago

Hillsborough

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By *uckchowmeinCouple
15 weeks ago

Loughborough

Absolutely captivating!

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By *lay-with-MeMan
15 weeks ago

Whitchurch Shropshire

Loving this

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By *djohn8Man
15 weeks ago

Near Haslemere

Very captivating, didn't realise how long I was reading for

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15 weeks ago

Wakefield

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15 weeks ago

stevenage

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By *oppy12Man
15 weeks ago

Swindon

Amazing and wonderful story

Brilliantly written

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By *lderman500Man
15 weeks ago

sleaford

Superb story can’t wait for the next chapter

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

As Mr. Wallace’s phone buzzed with the incoming messages from Emma and Eliza, his heart raced. He opened the joint text with trepidation, ready to face the consequences of his actions. The message was clear: there would be a price to pay for his attempt to play both women.

“Since you’ve decided to play games with both of us,” the message began, “it’s only fair that you face the consequences. Tonight, you’ll have to earn our trust back. We’ve planned a little challenge for you. Are you up for it?”

The accompanying photo showed Emma and Eliza, still dressed in their seductive outfits, but their expressions were now playful and teasing. It was evident they were not merely upset but were enjoying the chance to turn the tables.

The text continued with a series of instructions:

1. Dinner Date with a Twist: “First, you’ll need to prepare a special dinner for us. We’ve chosen a few of our favorite dishes—think you can handle it? We’re looking for effort and creativity. Set the mood, create a setting that shows you’re genuinely trying to make amends. The more romantic and thoughtful, the better.”

2. A Test of Respect: “Throughout the evening, we want you to be on your best behaviour. No more games or flirtations. We want to see genuine respect. Pay attention to our needs, and make sure we’re comfortable. Show us that you can be sincere and considerate.”

3. Honest Conversation: “We’ll need a moment for an honest chat. Sit down with us and explain your actions, your intentions, and how you plan to make things right. Transparency is key—no more games, just the truth.”

4. Revelation: “At the end of the evening, we want a clear declaration of your feelings and intentions. Show us you’ve learned something from this experience and how you plan to move forward with both of us in mind. This is your chance to prove you’re sincere.”

5. All of which you will do as a butler in the buff.

Mr. Wallace read the instructions, his nerves on edge but a sense of resolve beginning to form. He had been caught in a web of his own making, and now he was being given a chance to prove himself. He knew this was his opportunity to demonstrate genuine intent and respect.

As the evening approached and Mr. Wallace prepared for his unique challenge, the reality of the situation settled in. The text messages from Emma and Eliza had set the stage for an unconventional night. They had specified that the punishment would involve him performing his duties in a rather unexpected manner—dressed as a butler, but with one significant twist: he would be in the buff.

He took a deep breath and resigned himself to the task. The first part of the challenge was to prepare the meal, and he knew he needed to get everything just right. He stripped off his towel and set about the preparations, his thoughts focused on ensuring every detail of the evening was perfect.

He arranged the dining room with care, setting the table with fine china, sparkling glasses, and elegantly folded napkins. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the room. He even put on a bow tie, though it was the only piece of clothing he would wear. He chuckled to himself, realizing the absurdity of his situation but understanding the importance of following through with the challenge.

As the time for their arrival drew near, Mr. Wallace made sure the meal was ready. The aroma of the carefully prepared dishes filled the air—his attempts to impress Emma and Eliza with his culinary skills were evident in every dish.

The doorbell rang, and Mr. Wallace, and the bow tie his only attire, answered the door. Emma and Eliza stood before him, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of their butler for the evening. Emma’s eyes sparkled with amusement, while Eliza’s expression was one of bemused surprise.

“Good evening, ladies,” Mr. Wallace said, trying to maintain his composure despite the lack of clothing.

Emma and Eliza stood on the threshold, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of their butler in his scant attire. Emma’s gaze lingered appreciatively over his bare torso, while Eliza’s eyes twinkled with a playful, yet approving, glint.

Emma’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she glanced at him. “Well, this is certainly a new experience. You look... dedicated.”

Eliza’s smile was warm but knowing. “Indeed. We appreciate your commitment to the role.”

As they entered the dining room, Mr. Wallace led them to their seats, his bare skin brushing subtly against their arms as he moved past them. The light touch was electric, and he could feel the heat of their bodies as they took their places at the table. Emma’s gaze followed him closely, her eyes lingering on his bare back, while Eliza occasionally let her fingers brush against his arm when she asked for something.

Throughout dinner, Mr. Wallace was attentive and graceful, his every movement deliberate and careful. He poured their wine, his fingers occasionally brushing against their hands with an innocent touch that belied the current undercurrent of tension. Emma and Eliza exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and appreciation.

Emma leaned in slightly as Mr. Wallace approached to refill her glass, her voice low and teasing. “I must say, you’ve managed to turn this evening into quite the spectacle. And I can’t help but admire your dedication.”

Mr. Wallace met her gaze, his expression both respectful and slightly daring. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I’m here to ensure everything is perfect.”

Eliza, watching the interaction, let her fingers graze his wrist as she asked for more of the main course. Her touch was deliberate, lingering just a fraction longer than necessary. “You’re certainly making sure every detail is attended to. It’s quite impressive.”

The intimate atmosphere of the evening only heightened the flirtatious undertones. As they settled into a comfortable post-dinner conversation, Mr. Wallace remained at their service, his proximity to them almost intoxicating. Emma and Eliza seemed to enjoy their roles in teasing him, their occasional touches and lingering glances a clear indication of the playful game they were all engaged in.

When it came time for the honest conversation, Mr. Wallace stood before them, his posture relaxed but attentive. His eyes met theirs with sincerity as he spoke, explaining his actions and intentions. Emma and Eliza listened intently, their expressions softening as they saw his genuine remorse and commitment to making amends.

As the evening drew to a close, Emma stood, her eyes meeting Mr. Wallace’s with a teasing sparkle. “You’ve certainly added a unique touch to our evening.”

Eliza, rising alongside her daughter, gave him a warm, appreciative smile. “We’re satisfied with your efforts tonight. It’s a good start.”

Mr. Wallace, though relieved, felt a renewed sense of connection and understanding. The evening had been charged with flirtatious energy and had provided him with valuable insights. As Emma and Eliza left, he watched them go, knowing that their future interactions would be shaped by the newfound clarity and respect they had established.

As the evening progressed, the flirtatious tension in the room grew more palpable. Mr. Wallace, in his minimal attire, found himself increasingly aware of the situation and the magnetic allure of Emma and Eliza. Despite his best efforts to maintain professionalism, he couldn’t ignore the effects of the evening’s charged atmosphere.

As he moved around the room, attending to their needs, he felt a familiar rise of excitement that he struggled to control. The women, perceptive and attuned to the undercurrent of attraction, exchanged knowing glances. Emma, with a mischievous smile, subtly nudged Eliza, signaling that it was time to take control of the situation.

Eliza, catching the cue, stood up gracefully and approached Mr. Wallace. Her movements were deliberate and seductive, her eyes locked onto his. “You’ve certainly been quite the attentive butler tonight,” she said softly, her voice rich with implication. She reached out, letting her fingers graze lightly over his chest, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Emma joined them, her eyes dancing with excitement. “I think we need to make sure you’re truly committed to this evening’s… activities.” She moved closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “Why don’t we see how well you can handle a little more… personal attention?”

With that, Emma’s hand slipped to his lower back, her touch both light and deliberate. Eliza’s gaze remained fixed on him, a smile playing on her lips as she took his other hand, guiding it gently. The intimate proximity and the women’s assertive presence were overwhelming, making it clear that they were taking charge.

Emma’s fingers traced a path along his side, her touch electrifying and purposeful. “Since you’ve enjoyed the evening so much,” she said with a playful tone, “let’s see how you handle a bit more interaction.”

Eliza, her hand still resting on his, leaned in to kiss his cheek softly. Her lips lingered, and she looked up at him with a knowing smile. “You’ve made quite the impression tonight. We just want to make sure you’re fully… engaged.”

As the women took control, the atmosphere in the room shifted from playful teasing to a more direct and intimate engagement. Their assertiveness made it clear that they were not merely observing but actively guiding the evening’s direction. The roles had shifted, and Mr. Wallace found himself immersed in the experience they had orchestrated.

The evening continued with the women leading the interactions, their confidence and allure ensuring that Mr. Wallace’s focus remained on their enjoyment. It was clear that they were in charge, turning the night into a memorable and dynamic encounter, where their playful dominance and his responsive attitude created a powerful connection.

As the evening unfolded with the women taking control, Emma and Eliza’s assertiveness became more pronounced. They guided Mr. Wallace towards the sofa, their movements smooth and intentional. The charged atmosphere only heightened their actions, as they directed him to sit down, their eyes never leaving his face.

Emma settled on one side of the sofa, her posture confident and inviting. She watched Mr. Wallace with a playful glint in her eyes, her gaze roaming over him with clear appreciation. Eliza positioned herself on the other side, her demeanor equally commanding. The two women seemed to feed off each other’s energy, creating an electrifying synergy that only intensified the moment.

As Mr. Wallace took his seat, he couldn’t help but notice how the women’s closeness affected him. Emma’s fingers brushed against his arm as she adjusted her position, her touch deliberate and suggestive. Eliza’s gaze was intense, her eyes following every subtle shift in his expression. It was clear they were keenly aware of his growing reaction.

Emma leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. “Looks like you’re enjoying the evening. We’ve certainly put on quite a show for you.”

Mr. Wallace, trying to maintain his composure, met her gaze. “You’ve been… quite a presence.”

Eliza’s hand found its way to his knee, her touch lingering as she looked at him with a teasing smile. “You’re not the only one who’s been affected by tonight’s events,” she said, her eyes flickering toward the growing evidence of his excitement.

The two women exchanged glances, their smiles growing more mischievous as they observed Mr. Wallace’s reaction. They were fully aware of the effect they had on him and seemed to take pleasure in his response.

Emma’s hand moved closer, her fingers grazing just above his inner thigh, her touch tantalizingly close but not quite crossing any lines. She watched his face for every telltale sign of his reaction. “It’s fascinating to see how you’re reacting. I must say, we’re quite pleased with the results.”

Eliza’s hand joined Emma’s, their fingers brushing lightly as they both focused on the visible response from Mr. Wallace. The close contact and the intensity of their gaze made it clear that they were enjoying the role reversal and the opportunity to assert their influence over him.

As they continued their playful yet assertive interaction, Mr. Wallace felt himself increasingly drawn into their dynamic. The sofa became the stage for their flirtatious game, with the women clearly in charge and Mr. Wallace entirely captivated by their presence and actions.

The evening had taken on a new dimension, one where Emma and Eliza’s dominance was both teasing and affirming, creating an experience that was both exhilarating and intensely intimate.

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

As the evening continued and the flirtatious tension reached its peak, Emma and Eliza, unable to contain their excitement any longer, decided to elevate the game. The charged atmosphere had left them feeling equally exhilarated, and they were ready to take things a step further.

Emma glanced at Eliza, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I think we should make ourselves a bit more comfortable,” she suggested, her voice dripping with playful intent.

Eliza nodded in agreement, her eyes locking onto Emma’s. “I couldn’t agree more. Let’s show Mr. Wallace just how serious we are about tonight’s… entertainment.”

With that, both women stood up and moved towards the hallway, their movements fluid and confident. As they approached, the sound of the evening’s laughter and conversation faded, replaced by the anticipation of what was to come.

Emma and Eliza re-entered the room, their attire now even more revealing. They had removed their underwear entirely, a deliberate choice to enhance their presence and add an element of boldness to the evening. Their dresses, previously elegant and seductive, now clung to their bodies with even more intimacy, accentuating every curve and line.

Emma’s dress was slightly transparent, the fabric hugging her form and revealing glimpses of her bare skin beneath. Her movements were deliberate and enticing as she walked towards Mr. Wallace, her gaze never wavering from his.

Eliza’s dress, though also clingy, had a similar effect. The lack of underwear made the dress fit even more closely, showcasing her figure in a way that left little to the imagination. She joined Emma, both women now fully aware of the effect they were having on Mr. Wallace.

As they stood before him, the change in their state of dress was unmistakable. Mr. Wallace’s eyes widened in surprise and admiration, the bold display of intimacy creating an even more intense connection between them. The sight of their bare skin beneath the sheer fabric left no room for doubt about their intentions.

Emma approached Mr. Wallace, her eyes filled with playful challenge. “We figured that since you’ve been such a good sport, we’d show you just how much we’re enjoying tonight.”

Eliza joined her, her expression one of confident seduction. “After all, if we’re all going to be honest about how we’re feeling, it seems only fair that we embrace the moment fully.”

The two women stood close to Mr. Wallace, their proximity and lack of underwear adding an undeniable element of intimacy. Their presence was both bold and exhilarating, transforming the evening into an experience that was both electrifying and deeply personal.

Mr. Wallace, caught in the throes of their playful dominance and allure, felt the evening’s events reach a new level of intensity. Emma and Eliza’s confident display and their willingness to fully embrace the moment made it clear that the night was far from over and would continue to be defined by their mutual engagement and enjoyment.

Emma and Eliza, fully committed to their playful evening, decided to remove their dresses to heighten the intimacy of the moment. As they slipped out of their elegant garments, the atmosphere became even more charged.

Emma’s form was revealed first. She had a toned, athletic figure, her skin smooth and radiant. Her breasts were full, with a natural curve that drew attention. Her waist was slender, leading into curvy hips and long, shapely legs. The absence of her underwear allowed her to showcase her bare skin more prominently, making her look both alluring and confident. She moved with a sensual grace, her every motion accentuating her lithe, toned physique.

Eliza followed suit, her presence equally captivating. She had a more voluptuous build, with generous curves that spoke of both femininity and strength. Her breasts were full and round, her waist slightly nipped in, leading to wide hips and powerful legs. Her skin had a warm, honeyed glow, and her curves were highlighted even more now that her underwear was absent. She exuded an air of both sophistication and sensuality, her every move reflecting her self-assuredness.

With their dresses discarded, both women stood before Mr. Wallace, their bodies entirely bare. The lack of clothing left nothing to the imagination, and the sight was undeniably alluring. Their confidence was palpable, their bodies now the focus of the evening’s attention.

Emma’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at Mr. Wallace, her hands resting on her hips in a gesture that showcased her bare form. “We thought it was time to get more comfortable,” she said with a playful smile.

Eliza joined her, her stance equally assertive. “We’re enjoying tonight’s game, and we wanted to share our full selves with you,” she added, her voice low and inviting.

The room was filled with an undeniable intensity as Mr. Wallace took in the sight of the two women. Their boldness and the intimate display of their bodies created a moment that was both exhilarating and deeply personal. The evening’s playful game had reached its peak, with Emma and Eliza fully embracing their role in making the night unforgettable.

As Emma and Eliza stood before Mr. Wallace, the air in the room became thick with anticipation. The evening’s playful dynamic had reached its zenith, and now it was time for all three to fully embrace the intimacy of the moment.

Emma took the lead, her eyes glinting with excitement. She slowly walked over to Mr. Wallace, her bare skin brushing lightly against his as she approached. Her touch was deliberate, her fingers trailing along his shoulders before sliding down his chest. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. “Let’s make the most of this evening,” she whispered, her voice filled with playful promise.

Eliza followed, her movements graceful and confident. She positioned herself on the other side of Mr. Wallace, her eyes locked onto his with a blend of challenge and invitation. Her hand rested gently on his thigh, the contact electrifying. “We’ve been looking forward to this all evening,” she said softly, her fingers caressing his skin with a tantalizing touch.

Mr. Wallace felt the heat of their proximity and the thrill of their attention. He was acutely aware of every touch, every glance, and the intensity of the moment. The women’s playful dominance was clear, and he was fully engaged in the experience they were crafting.

Emma’s hands continued their exploration, her touch moving with a blend of sensuality and assertiveness. She guided him towards the sofa, her body pressing against his in a way that was both intimate and commanding. “Why don’t we get comfortable?” she suggested, her voice a low purr as she encouraged him to sit down.

Eliza, not to be outdone, took a seat beside him, her body close and inviting. She draped an arm over his shoulder, her fingers tracing soft patterns along his skin. Her eyes never left his, and her smile was both seductive and reassuring. “We’re here to make sure tonight is unforgettable,” she said, her tone a mix of promise and allure.

As Mr. Wallace settled onto the sofa, the women’s attention focused on him, their movements and touches becoming more deliberate. They were keenly aware of the effect they had on him, and they took pleasure in the way he responded to their playful advances.

Emma’s hand wandered down his chest, her fingers brushing over his skin with an intimate touch. “You’ve been quite the sport tonight,” she said, her voice sultry. “We want to make sure you’re fully enjoying yourself.”

Eliza’s hand joined Emma’s, their fingers intertwining as they continued their exploration. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “And we want to make sure you know just how much we appreciate your… enthusiasm.”

The evening evolved into a dance of flirtation and intimacy, with the three of them exploring each other’s boundaries and desires. Emma and Eliza’s confident presence and playful dominance guided the interaction, creating an environment where the boundaries of the evening were tested and enjoyed.

As the night progressed, the atmosphere was filled with laughter, mutual admiration, and the excitement of newfound connections. The playful game had turned into a deeper exploration of attraction and desire, leaving all three participants deeply engaged in the unique and unforgettable experience they were crafting together.

As they ascended the stairs, the air thickened with anticipation. The bedroom, dimly lit by soft, ambient lighting, created a setting of intimate allure. Emma and Eliza, both fully aware of their seductive impact, moved gracefully towards the bed, their excitement palpable.

Emma exuded a blend of confidence and sensuality. Her toned, athletic body moved with an easy grace, each step highlighting the smooth contours of her skin. Her breasts were full and naturally shaped, her waist slender, and her hips curved in a way that accentuated her long, powerful legs. The absence of underwear made her skin appear even more inviting, and her eyes sparkled with a playful gleam as she interacted with both Eliza and Mr. Wallace.

Eliza, in contrast, had a voluptuous, curvaceous figure that spoke of both strength and softness. Her full breasts and wide hips created an alluring silhouette, complemented by her honeyed skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. Her curves were pronounced and inviting, making her movements both sensual and commanding. The lack of underwear accentuated her natural beauty, and her confident demeanor only heightened the impact of her presence.

Mr. Wallace was caught in the magnetic pull of their combined allure. His own body, now more attuned to the charged atmosphere, responded eagerly to the intimate exploration unfolding before him. The sight of Emma and Eliza, both naked and confident, left him visibly aroused. His eyes roamed appreciatively over their forms, and his own growing excitement was evident.

As the three reached the bed, the playful and intimate exploration began. Emma took charge initially, her hands roving over Eliza’s body with both tenderness and a hint of teasing. She traced a path from Eliza’s shoulders down to her hips, her touch light but purposeful. Her kisses were soft and lingering, moving from Eliza’s neck to her collarbone, each caress eliciting soft moans of pleasure.

Eliza, in response, leaned into Emma’s touch, her hands exploring Emma’s back and sides. She pulled Emma closer, their bodies pressed together, and their skin gliding against each other’s. Eliza’s own kisses were slow and deliberate, her lips tracing a path along Emma’s jawline and down her chest, savoring the feel of her partner’s warm skin.

Mr. Wallace was drawn into this intimate dance, his presence both a spectator and an active participant. He moved closer to the two women, feeling the heat of their bodies and the intensity of their touches. Emma guided him gently towards them, her hands inviting and reassuring. The closeness of their bodies, the combined warmth and softness, created an electric connection.

The interplay between Emma, Eliza, and Mr. Wallace was a blend of mutual exploration and desire. Their touches, kisses, and caresses were marked by a deep sense of connection and enjoyment. The evening evolved into a dynamic and passionate experience, where the exploration of each other’s bodies was both tender and exhilarating.

The bedroom became a sanctuary of shared pleasure, with each participant fully engaged in the moment. The intimacy and chemistry between them created a memorable and intense experience, characterised by a blend of confidence, sensuality, and mutual desire.

As the intimate exploration continued, the charged atmosphere in the bedroom intensified. The dim lighting cast a soft glow, enhancing the sensuality of the scene. Emma and Eliza, fully absorbed in each other’s bodies, suddenly shifted their focus to Mr. Wallace.

Emma was the first to notice his growing arousal. She glanced down and saw the evidence of his excitement, a clear sign of his desire. Her eyes widened with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. She met Eliza’s gaze, exchanging a knowing look that conveyed their mutual intention.

Eliza followed Emma’s gaze and saw Mr. Wallace’s response. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of desire and determination. She reached out, her hand brushing against his growing arousal with a touch that was both teasing and inviting. “It looks like someone is enjoying our company,” she said, her voice low and filled with promise.

Emma moved closer, her body pressing against Eliza’s as she took Mr. Wallace’s hand and guided it gently towards his own arousal. “We’ve been waiting for this moment,” Emma whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “And now that it’s here, let’s make the most of it.”

With a blend of playful dominance and genuine desire, Emma and Eliza began to explore Mr. Wallace’s body with more focus. Emma guided him with confident, sensual touches, her fingers tracing along his chest and down his abdomen. Her eyes never left his, filled with a mixture of seduction and anticipation.

Eliza, her hand still lingering on his arousal, began to stroke him with a steady, deliberate rhythm. Her touch was both firm and gentle, creating a rhythm that matched the increasing intensity of the moment. She glanced at Emma, who gave a subtle nod of encouragement.

The interaction between them was a dance of mutual desire. Emma leaned in, her lips brushing against Mr. Wallace’s ear as she whispered, “We want to feel every bit of this with you. Let us show you just how much we’re looking forward to it.”

Eliza continued her sensual exploration, her touch igniting a sense of anticipation and longing. The combined effect of their attentiveness and the intimate atmosphere made it clear that the evening was set to become an unforgettable experience for all three of them.

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By *lderman500Man
15 weeks ago

sleaford

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

And this is where the story ends, it’s been a pleasure and thank you everybody for reading and your comments.

Jamie and Kate

As the intensity of the moment enveloped Mr. Wallace, he found himself caught in the center of a whirlwind of sensation and desire. The air in the room seemed to hum with anticipation as Emma and Eliza’s hands moved over his body with a mix of tenderness and intent that left him breathless.

Emma’s touch was electric, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths across his skin. She moved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted, and the effect she was having on him. Her hands, warm and soft, explored the contours of his chest, down his abdomen, before lingering at his waistband. The anticipation of her next move made his heart race.

Eliza, on the other hand, had a different approach. Her touch was equally confident but more teasing, almost playful, as if she was savoring the moment just as much as he was. Her hand on his arousal was a steady, deliberate reminder of how deeply he was desired. Her strokes, firm yet gentle, created a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through his body, making it hard for him to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through him.

Every touch, every whisper from Emma and Eliza heightened his awareness, pushing him closer to the edge of control. Emma leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered sweet nothings that only deepened his arousal. The warmth of her breath, combined with the softness of her skin against his, made it nearly impossible to maintain any semblance of composure.

As Eliza continued her sensual ministrations, she occasionally glanced up at Mr. Wallace, her eyes filled with a mix of mischief and hunger. It was clear that she enjoyed the effect she was having on him, and that knowledge only seemed to fuel her own desire. Her strokes became more purposeful, and each touch seemed to echo through his entire body.

Mr. Wallace was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. The sensations were almost too much to bear, yet he couldn’t help but crave more. The way Emma and Eliza worked in tandem, their hands and bodies guiding him toward new heights of pleasure, made him feel as though he was caught in the middle of an erotic dance where he was both participant and audience.

When Emma finally let her hand drift lower, teasing the waistband of his pants, Mr. Wallace felt a shudder run through him. Her movements were slow, deliberate, as if she was savoring the moment just as much as he was. With a gentle tug, she began to slide the fabric down, exposing more of his skin to the cool air and the heat of their shared desire.

Eliza took advantage of this, her hand never leaving its place, but now moving with more purpose, more urgency. The rhythm of her touch matched the quickening pace of his breath, making it clear that she was in control of his pleasure—and she was enjoying every moment of it.

For Mr. Wallace, time seemed to blur as he surrendered to the sensations. The room, the dim lighting, the soft whispers—all of it faded into the background as his focus narrowed to the way Emma and Eliza touched him, the way they seemed to know exactly how to drive him wild.

The moment was both torturous and blissful, a perfect blend of pleasure and anticipation that left him utterly at their mercy. And as the evening progressed, he knew that whatever came next would be even more intense, more overwhelming, and more unforgettable.

The night had taken on a rhythm of its own, a symphony of desire and lust that filled the room with a palpable heat. The boundaries between the three of them blurred as their bodies moved in unison, guided by instinct and the powerful pull of shared longing.

Emma and Eliza became even more daring, their touches becoming more insistent, their kisses deeper, more passionate. The intensity of the moment was undeniable, a heady mix of anticipation and satisfaction that fueled their every move. They were fully immersed in the experience, their eyes dark with desire, their skin flushed with the heat of their shared lust.

Mr. Wallace, caught in the middle of this intoxicating dance, was both overwhelmed and exhilarated. Every brush of their skin against his sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him, driving him closer to the edge. The way they touched him, the way they moved with him, it was as if they were in perfect harmony, each one of them pushing the others further into the depths of their desire.

Emma, with her confident, playful nature, took the lead, guiding them all into a feverish pace. She was relentless, her hands and mouth everywhere at once, leaving a trail of fire in her wake. Her eyes locked onto Mr. Wallace’s, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched him struggle to hold onto his composure.

Eliza, her movements more measured yet no less intense, complemented Emma’s approach perfectly. She whispered words of encouragement, her voice low and sultry, her touch a soothing balm that heightened the pleasure coursing through Mr. Wallace’s body. She knew exactly how to bring him to the brink, her own desire mirrored in the way she responded to his every reaction.

As the night wore on, the three of them became a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the soft moans, the gasps, the whispers of names and promises.

The final crescendo of the night was inevitable, a culmination of everything that had come before. Emma and Eliza moved in perfect sync, their hands guiding Mr. Wallace’s movements, their bodies pressed close to his, their desire as palpable as his own. The intensity of the moment reached its peak, a climax of lust that left them all breathless, spent, and utterly satisfied.

As they finally collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of exhausted, sated bodies, the room was filled with a deep, contented silence. The night had been everything they had desired and more, a shared experience of lust and passion that none of them would soon forget. The connection between them had been solidified in those hours, a bond forged in the heat of the moment that left them all deeply fulfilled.

And as the last of the night’s energy ebbed away, they drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, their bodies entwined, their minds and hearts full. The evening had ended in a blaze of lust, but it was the connection and shared experience that would linger in their memories long after.

New story and narrative coming soon, but for now we want to see the affect’s our stories have had on you. We have opened our inbox for you all to show us

Jamie and Kate xx

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By *akedMMan
15 weeks ago

Witney

Omg good job I am back in my room. And not by the pool . I am at a naturist hotel

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By *valanche6969Man
15 weeks ago

Blackburn

One of the best stories on here in a long time! Great job guys

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By *lderman500Man
15 weeks ago

sleaford

Great story well written

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

Arw you are all so lovely.

What would you like the next narrative to be?

Kate x

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By *J GeminiTV/TS
15 weeks ago

Northumberland

Fabulous story, intoxicating in its richness of detail and complexity.

One of the best, if not THE best story I have read here,

Thank you,

Xx

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By *oppy12Man
15 weeks ago

Swindon

Absolutely brilliant story, so well written and left with everyone waiting with baited breath for the next instalment

Incredible writing and thank you

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By *estwood100Man
15 weeks ago

Nearby, Westmeath

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By *rgasm4u69Man
15 weeks ago

Warrington

Absolutely brilliant story I hope to hear more from you both x

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By *itboyslim2Man
15 weeks ago

stevenage

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By *ary1001xMan
15 weeks ago

Hillsborough

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By *addypMan
15 weeks ago

dungloe

Totally amazing 😍

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By *asseur_9Man
15 weeks ago

Ballymoney

Excellent reading , had my mind wondering what was going to happen with these two lustful ladies , I think they all had a happy ending

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By *icoupleNE05 OP   Couple
15 weeks ago

m1

Thank you everybody. Xx

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By *lay-with-MeMan
15 weeks ago

Whitchurch Shropshire

Thank you and will done

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By *irishladMan
15 weeks ago

Malahide

An absolutely amazing story!

More please!

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15 weeks ago

So compelling!!

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By *21funguyMan
15 weeks ago

Bicester

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By *arry1972Man
15 weeks ago

Birmingham

Omg omg omg

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By *rcadian110Couple
15 weeks ago

Barnsley

Great way to show you don't have to be explicit to be erotic. Excellent writing.

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