MR PARKER

EIGHT

Travis

I quickly recover from my lust filled haze ,her words bringing me back to reality of where we are, who we are "Get the hell out of my house ,how dare you !!! " I shout at her her face shows shock that I rejected her but she soon recovers smiling " I didn't mean here Mr Parker you can come f**k me in my house ,or Hotel or your car " GET OUT !!don't ever come in this room again I share this with my wife who I love".

"I know you need time to adjust ,I am willing to wait but not forever " she says to me as she dresses in her skimpy bikini " how could you say that you Eighteen ,my daughter's best friend and I am a happily married man" she looks at my Jean then my face biting her bottom lip.

"That bulge in your jeans tell me something very different" she smiles walking out of the room my palms sweating ,heart beating erratic I decide to take a cold shower.

Later on my wife walks in the door as I am preparing dinner for us "Hey beautiful " she walks up to me planting a soft kiss on my lips I grab her by her hair kissing her deep ,I need this she whimpers pulling back " what was that ?" I miss you baby I thought tonight we could have dinner ,run you bubble bath and make love until the morning you not working tomorrow " she sighs.

"It sounds wonderful Trav but I am tired ,I can barely keep my eyes open I am sorry next time okay " i try to hide my disappointment " okay what about dinner ?" I already ate see you in the morning " she kisses me again walking upstairs when I turn my head around the little temptation from next door is standing on my kitchen door.

"I thought I told you to leave " I glare at her "Your daughter decided that we should have a sleepover,i can't say no she will want a reason " she walks straight to the fridge taking out a jar of ice cream before walking to where I am standing.

"You know it can be our little secret ,I could let you f**k me how you want ,when you want...fuck me until I am a shaking mess begging for more " my breath hitches I am really tempted but....she brings her hand to my Jean covered groin squeezing lightly "you have my number Travis " she walks upstairs.