An Invitation To Be A Naughty Wife - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

An Invitation To Be A Naughty Wife - Chapter Two

... keeps it close to her all the time.” Paige stepped from the shower and dried herself before putting on her dressing gown and making her way to the bedroom where she used the hairdryer to dry her hair as she sat in front of the dressing table mirror. Picking up her mobile from the dressing table she noticed she had one missed call from Terry. She called him back. “Hello Terry, have you just called me?” “Yes Sweetheart,” Terry replied. “Where were you?” “Oh, I was just at the loo,” Paige said, thinking on her feet, not wanting to invite any awkward questions about why she had been taking a shower in the afternoon. Terry could start an inquisition at the drop of a hat. He could be very jealous and far too suspicious. “I just wanted to …” Terry continued. “I can hardly hear you Terry, where are you? There is a lot of noise.” Terry turned and tried to shield his mobile from all the background noise. “Can you hear me now?” He asked, raising his voice somewhat. “Just about,” Paige replied, wondering why she was shouting too. “I am at a football match and wanted to let you know I will be going for a few drinks afterwards and might not phone you later. If it gets to ten-thirty you just go to bed Sweetheart.” “Oh Okay, thanks for letting me know.” “If I do not get chance to phone you later, I will phone you first thing in the morning,” Terry said, his voice still raised above the background noise.” “Yes Okay, Darling, when I go to bed I will switch my mobile off, don’t call me after ...

... ten-thirty.” “Right!” Sleep well, Darling and goodnight,” Terry said. “Goodnight my love,” Paige responded and waited for Terry to end the call. “Football match!” Paige said, with a sound of incredulity as she retuned to look at herself in the mirror and continue doing her hair.” God, Paige thought, can I really do this? I haven’t even seen this Luther, never had a blind date before. I mean, she thought, it is a sex party as well. I am actually going out to meet men expecting sex on a plate. She stared hard and long into the mirror. “Am I getting cold feet?” Paige asked herself in an audible whisper. The best she had seen were full-length photographs of the two men which Rachael had shown her. In both photographs the men were stripped to the waist. She admitted to Rachael that the men were a mouth-watering sight, but now she was only a few hours away from meeting them and it was getting a bit scary. She let her gown fall to the floor and stood naked in front of the mirror. Paige Fernley had it all in buckets full. She started to put her new bra on, fastening the clasp in front of her and pulling the cups around to the front before easing them over her firm breasts and lifting the straps over her shoulders. She looked great. She pulled a pair of white cotton panties up her thighs and wriggled herself into them. She had carefully chosen and bought them for the occasion. She looked even better. There was no denying how gorgeous she was, a prize conquest for any man. --- The taxi ...