MILF Slut: Sequel One - Sex Stories

MILF Slut: Sequel One

... because Ann who was overhearing all of this interrupted and said, "Look, Sandy, we know a lot more but for the good of our town, we need to keep it quiet. The truth is, Phyllis is not alone. We have heard the same story about three other housewives in town. We don't know them well but see them at church and at PTA meetings." "Geez, Ann. Where does all of this take place?" Ann said, "No one knows for sure but some say it might be on a yacht and the services they provide are done out on the lake so nothing is illegal." "One more thing," Betty added. "We went online to Craig's List and Backpage where a 'Party Boat' is listed in our area and it is very explicit about their services. You know, like, 'Horny local housewives looking for romance' and 'Hot MILF's for you'. Okay, that's a little understated but it gets the point across. Don't you agree?" "I guess so," Sandy agreed with little enthusiasm. Ann then said, "Look Sandy, you and Phyllis are neighbors. Keep an eye on her and see what you can find out, okay?" "Okay," Sandy reluctantly replied. It's what Sandy thought she should do but not what she felt comfortable doing. Spying on a friend never interested her so she needed to come up with an alternate plan. Still experiencing a bit of guilt about her own recent transgressions, Sandy felt a degree of empathy toward Phyllis. What if the rumor was false and Phyllis was actually staying the night with an ill friend? Maybe she was going to a medical center to get treatment for an ...

... undisclosed illness. Yet, there were those intimate clothes and phone calls that made Sandy wonder if the rumors were really true. She just wanted to give Phyllis the benefit of the doubt. Sandy felt it best to level with Phyllis and find out the truth. Anyway, it would be in her best interest if people zeroed in on Phyllis rather than spreading dirt about her. On Monday morning, Sandy called Phyllis and invited her over for an afternoon cocktail. Out on the patio that afternoon, it was warm with a cloudless indigo blue sky. The two women sipped Chardonnay for over an hour before Sandy finally got to the point. "Phyllis, have you heard anything about a Party Boat in our area? The girls at the club seem to think there is something interesting happening on board." Startled, Phyllis said, "Gee Sandy, I don't know," staring at her wine glass, "Someone mentioned it to me at our last PTA meeting." "What did they say?" "Not much. It's just a rumor I guess. You know how people talk." Sandy watched a squirrel scurry up a tree before saying, "Yes, I know how people talk and that is why I asked you to join me here for a glass wine." "What are you getting at, Sandy?" "Well, there is another rumor going around and it involves you. Let me just say that if the rumor was about me, I would like a chance to clarify it with a friend and we are pretty good friends, Phyllis." "I see. Does it involve the Party Boat?" "Yes it does." All of a sudden there was a deafening silence. Sandy adjusted the ...