The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... putting it in a reusable shopping bag. However, as soon as she reached the front gate, she could see Dave was gone. The only trace was the court papers swirling around in the breeze like oversized pieces of confetti.

Jane turned and slowly made her way back up the path. It took her all day to bury the guilt raked up by Dave's simple questions, but she managed it. By the time the children returned home, she was back to cursing him for being so mentally slothful, by just giving in at the first hurdle.

After only perfunctory interaction with their mother, the children dressed and followed their new normal habit of going out until dinner time. Yawning her exhaustion, Jane cooked the evening meal. She didn't say a word to Peter about her day. He would not be happy to know she'd initiated unsupervised contact with her ex. Jane went to bed well before Peter and slept fitfully.

Friday, Jane spent all day buying two new bikinis, and that night, after the children were in bed, decided to model them for Peter. He'd felt tired when he first arrived home but at the thought of the show Jane had whispered she had in store for him he'd revived. He lay on the bed stroking his cock while she strutted in front of him. His excitement excited her, it was an effort of will to go into the bathroom and put the second set on, which was even skimpier than the first. That, along with the tease show, caused Peter to ejaculate on his own hand. Suppressing a giggle, Jane warmed a hand towel to ...

... clean him. Job done, she turned the lights off before sliding into bed.

She grabbed the now flaccid cock, trying to massage some life back into it, impatient, as her own heat had risen to match Peter's during the erotic show. In the near silence, Jane thought she heard an unusual sound. Pausing all movement, she strained her ears, hoping and praying it was just her imagination. Silence. She had just relaxed again when her ears confirmed the horrendous sound her subconscious had picked up. In her mind, it screamed with the noise of a jumbo jet taking off, but in reality, must have been just loud enough for her to hear, but beyond the range of Peter's older ears.

Her excitement disappeared instantly as her mind froze. She dropped the still flaccid cock from her hand like it was on fire. The justifications and burials of the previous day were swept away like dead leaves in front of an armoured attack. Her mind retained just enough control that she screamed into her own head rather than into the near silent house. Big fat tears fell in cascades down her cheeks, but she could only allow herself the luxury of quiet sobs after she heard her bed partner's soft snores. That, at least, masked the heart-wrenching sound and saved her an explanation.

Outside, in the rapidly chilling autumn night, the garage roll-a-door lowered for the final time.

CHAPTER 2

It was another sleepless night for Jane as once again her conscience came under assault from her actions. Again, her ...