MILF Slut: Sequel One - Sex Stories

MILF Slut: Sequel One

A week passed and Sandy had not heard any fallout from the hacked videos. Jacques was under scrutiny at the college and as he had predicted, his deanship was rescinded. The perpetrators had not been found but the videos were being blocked as best the computer science department could manage. Sandy was starting to feel a little more secure until she was at the club one Wednesday afternoon. As she walked toward her friends sitting at the bar, she saw that they were all talking to each other in hushed voices with an occasional glance at her. "Uh oh," she feared, "They know." What could she do but buck up and face the music. After all, these women were her closest friends. She would just have to put on a happy face, the kind of bogus smile women use in uncomfortable situations. She greeted them with all of the good cheer she could muster. "Hi ladies!" "Sandy, you gotta hear his," Betty said in a loud whisper. Betty was out of her mind with excitement. "Hey, what's up and where is Phyllis?" Sandy asked. "Listen to this, Sandy. You won't believe this!" Of course Sandy liked to here the gossip as much as the next gal as long as it wasn't about her. Sandy's heart beat was so rapid it felt it might fly out of her chest. Well, maybe her friends would understand and with any luck, be a little supportive. Secretly, they even might be jealous. There's no telling about these things. "Come closer, Sandy. We want you to hear what's going on in our town," and Betty motioned for her to sit ...

... next to her. Sandy put her purse on the bar and turned to Betty preparing for the worst. "Sandy, guess what? We have an escort service going on right under our nose and our Phyllis is a part of it." "Oh my God," Sandy said with relief. "You're kidding! How did you find out?" Betty licked her lips as if to devour a luscious piece of chocolate cake then said, "Well, it's really only a rumor but Tina was talking to her housekeeper who is best friends with Phyllis' maid. You know how the domestics know all of the private stuff in the family, right?" "Sure, go on," Sandy said. "Here is where it gets interesting," Betty said in a hushed voice. "Phyllis' maid said Phyllis has a whole wardrobe of sexy lingerie and sex toys and something new arrives in the mail from a place called Wicked Temptations almost every week. You know that Phyllis and Bob have been separated for over a year so the seductive lingerie and toys are not intended for him." "That doesn't prove anything, Betty." "I know, Sandy, but the maid said Phyllis goes out at about the same time three or four times a week around seven with a small suitcase and doesn't come home until later the next day." "Okay, that's circumstantial evidence and maybe Phyllis is having an affair." "Alright, but how about those phone calls that the maid answers from men, different men? One day it is Henry, then George, and Peter, and on and on." "Hmmm, maybe you are onto something but why do you think it's an escort service?" Betty didn't answer ...