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By *reagle OP Man
3 days ago
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Georgie awoke the next morning, she’d already made the decision to keep what she saw to herself, she certainly didn’t want the drama.Liam was not in the bed next to her, always being an early riser, she showered and dressed. Pulling on her leggings and a baggy jumper she could smell food cooking as she stepped down the stairs.
Liam was at the stove cooking pancakes for the all of the kids, chatting to Gemma and her husband. She spotted Rich outside smoking as louise lay the table for breakfast.
They all chatted over breakfast, well apart from rich who ate his prepared breakfast in relative silence, the others sharing looks between each other, silently understanding a joint disliking of him.
As Georgie and Gemma tidied up the breakfast table, telling louise that she tidied up after dinner last night and that she should go relax, Georgie asked her sister about rich. “I thought you said he was nice?” She whispered “I thought he was but I’ve only met him a couple of times at school events and stuff I’ve spent more time with louise and she’s lovely” Gemma told her.
Georgie was going to tell her sister what she saw and have a giggle about it but thought better of it. They all decided to take the children for a walk on the local hills, be good to tire them all out.
Rich seemed to soften and involved himself in the conversations as the kids ran off, taking pictures of the view on his phone. They spent a couple of hours out stopping off at a pub for some lunch, maybe they had all been a bit harsh on him the night before and maybe he had a bit to drink.
These thoughts were quickly extinguished when louise his wife suggested he not have a fourth beer, as he sulkily went to the garden to smoke.
It made things uncomfortable as louise again apologised for his behaviour, the walk home was tense as rich and his wife were having an argument on the way back, Georgie and the others walking ahead giving them a bit of space.
Back at the house everybody did their own thing, louise went to her room to read, rich was outside watching his kids run around the garden smoking. Georgie prepared dinner for them all that evening.
As the kids ate, the adults congregated in the lounge, rich was sat in the armchair that he was in last night, georgies mind going back to what she saw last night. She couldn’t really make eye contact with him as they all chatted, him and louise seemingly settled their differences.
The dinner that evening went without any further drama but rich’s opinions and comments grated on her, “he really isn’t a nice guy” she told her husband as they got ready for bed that evening “not everybody is nice hun, you just have to deal with it I’m afraid” he told her “I know, he’s just a wanker” she said, the irony being she knew that for sure.
“Looks like I got lucky with you” she told her husband laughing as they cuddled up in bed, she was hoping for intimacy but she knew Liam was knackered and their kisses didn’t lead to anything.
She lay there unable to sleep again, tossing and turning as Liam slept beside her. She needed a drink, she knew there was a bottle in the room but the thought in her mind was that she should go downstairs. She couldn’t understand why though, it confused her, almost like a fix, stood there in the dark watching him, her heart beating fast, it was weird to her, but she found herself getting out of the bed careful not to wake her husband.
She crept down the stairs silently, she was in her sleep shorts and matching night shirt. Ensuring she didn’t make a sound, the silence of the house emphasised every little creak, her heart was beating fast in her chest as she approached the kitchen door.
Confident that she couldn’t be seen from the kitchen island, she crept in. A noise let her know someone was in there but she didn’t know who, part of her hoped it was her sister or brother in law or both but as she crept along the side of the island there was no mistaking it was rich.
She stood still, her hands gripping the marble top of the island, she could feel her heart thumping. His phone in his left hand and just as the night before his right hand was stroking his erection.
She watched as he slowly stroked himself, his thumb rolling over the tip of his cock. She couldn’t believe she was stood there watching, lingering in the darkness she felt her nipples harden as she silently watched him. It wasn’t him that she liked, it was being unseen, watching something she shouldn’t. |
