Maggie sent Jason a text, feeling her fingers shake as she did so. Jason texted Tom.
The next morning, Maggie was up very early, dressing in a modest skirt, blouse and cardigan. She cooked her husband breakfast and played her part of the dutiful, supportive wife. She wore a plain white bra and knickers beneath her clothes, with opaque stay-up stockings and tan leather shoes with a very slight heel. Despite her modest attire, she felt like the biggest slut.
She heard movement upstairs as Jason emerged from his room and a couple of minutes later, the shower started up.
As her husband ate his breakfast and scrolled through the headlines on his tablet, Maggie texted Jason.
GET YOURSELF READY, BECAUSE I WANT YOU INSIDE ME BEFORE MY HUSBAND LEAVES THE PROPERTY.
She tapped Send and felt a slight rush as she put her phone down on the counter. John noticed and looked up.
“You alright?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, just not used to getting up so early I suspect.”
“Ah well, you can head back to bed once I’m gone.”
“Yes, I think I probably will.”
“Speaking of which, I’d best be off if I want to make this appointment on time.”
With that, Maggie watched as her husband picked up his satchel, his phone and his keys. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and a gentle tap on the right hip.
“Right, see you late tomorrow,” he said as he walked out the door. Maggie stood motionless in the kitchen as she watched him walk across the yard to the garage. She could already feel a warm slickness between her legs as she anticipated what she was about to do. She watched her husband enter the garage through the side door and then almost ran upstairs to the master bedroom. She entered the room already feeling weak at the knees, only to find Jason emerging from the en suite, stark naked, his cock fully erect and slick with lubricant. “Well now,” Maggie thought to herself, “this boy is prepared!” She listened as she heard the garage door open and her husband’s car door close, then Jason was upon her, pushing her down onto the bed and rolling her onto her back.
With seemingly one movement, he hoisted up her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side, then easily slid his cock into her already slippery cunt, just as her husband’s car eased out of the garage. The thrill of having this horny young boy inside her while her husband was just outside was even better than Maggie had anticipated, but her heart almost stopped when she heard her husband’s car stop and the back door open just as Jason was unbuttoning her blouse. The two of them lay there motionless as they listened to John’s footsteps on the floor tiles downstairs. Jason very quietly resumed his thrusting and then reached down to pull the cups of Maggie’s bra off her breasts, exposing her nipples. “Oh well,” Maggie thought, “if we’re going to get caught, we may as well make it worthwhile.”
Just then, Jason froze, his hard cock mid-thrust, half in and half out of her, his fight or flight instinct kicking in.
Maggie listened as her husband’s footsteps went from hard tiles to soft carpet, meaning he had left the kitchen downstairs and was now heading upstairs.