A favour for Misty 3 - Sex Stories

A favour for Misty 3

... wrestlers sizing one another up, when, Ding Dong the bl**dy doorbell intervened. Cursing she went to answer the door. It was misty. Like someone had thrown a switch my opponent changed instantly, opening the door like the perfect hostess, no longer the opposing fleet she was now the welcoming hostess, all sugar sweet. [Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly?] Misty came into the kitchen and was offered a seat, she coloured up as she refused saying it pained her to sit this morning to which her indoors gave me a glare as if to say had I been doing anal. Reading her mind I shook my head with a slow smile. Misty said she had come to express her thanks to us both, and that she had been near committing suicide till we had come to her aid. My misses she thanked for the loan of me and me she thanked for being so helpful and understanding in such a firm way, she said that she had not enjoyed an evening so much since Walter`s demise. She hoped we would both take advantage of her body again as she felt she wished to be used in any way we wished to say thanks for helping her out at her lowest ebb. With that she swept out leaving us both gobsmacked. [Game and match to the fly] I wondered, if battle was about to be rejoined, but no, she sat down pouring me fresh tea, “You helpful and understanding, I don’t believe that you son of a bitch!” [Seconds out round two] She asked what I had done for her friend [suddenly she`s a friend I note not ‘that fat cow’] why would she not sit ...

... down and what had brought about that bombshell, she seemed genuinely shaken. Patiently I explained step by step what had happened the night before, I could hardly believe it all myself. What Misty had said of both her youth and her married life, she sat attentively while I went through the whole evening blow by savage blow, Her jaw had slowly dropped during the latter part of the story, and I could tell she was turned on a lot by the lurid details, every cloud they say has a silver lining and she surprised me by apologising for her casting me into the sexual desert and promised to be more forthcoming from now on. Sadly neither of us had realised that misty had been so desperately unhappy and we resolved to talk to our neighbour and after that to decide on the next move. Tactfully I suggested that she went over and had a long talk to Misty, partly to understand her and partly to come to some arrangement that would suit all parties, calling me when she felt the time was right. My thinking being that if she sorted out the job her being of the more easily upset gender she couldn’t complain! [Some bl**dy hope but worth a try] Off she went, happily thinking I was a gentleman leaving the tactful negotiations to her. However I believed as I was the one with the penis so I held the whip hand [a classic delusion and famous last words] it being Sunday I went back to my bed! It was mid afternoon when the lady wife woke me; Chamberlain had returned from Berlin ...peace in our time...a ...