The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... her mother's words, Jane bugged out as soon as was polite. Lying to her mother was extremely uncomfortable. And her mother knew her too well. Jane feared her mum would see right through her if she had to spend even one more minute with her. She once again found sleep elusive, despite her exhaustion.

At breakfast the next morning, Jane's father remarked that he'd been woken at about 4:00 a.m. by the garage door opening and closing, seemingly on its own. Jane told him it had been doing that for a few days and a guy would be turning up on Tuesday to fix it. She was quietly terrified. If Dave was watching the house, then he might know her parents were visiting. If he came over sometime in the next week, her story was blown. She felt torn. She desperately needed the break but, at the same time, was fearful of leaving her parents and the children unsupervised. Just one more thing to weigh down her overloaded mind as she transitioned to the life she deserved.

Just before lunch on the Monday, Peter turned up in a chauffeur-driven limo; they'd agreed to start showing her parents the advantages of his wealth. The plane they flew to Thailand in wasn't Peter's, but he had chartered a Lear for the trip. Besides the two pilots, they were the only passengers. Jane was asleep before they hit cruising altitude; joining the mile-high club wasn't even an option. Peter woke her in time to fill in the immigration card, which she completed just as the plane's wheels thumped onto the tarmac ...

... of Phuket. After the limo ride to the luxurious bungalow in the private resort that Peter had borrowed from a friend, there was time only for a long shower before dining out. Peter pressed Jane hard for the reasons for her strange behaviour and sleepiness. Jane felt guilty hiding the truth from him. Guilt. It seemed a permanent part of her life these days. She drank too much at dinner and Peter disgustedly helped her back to the chalet. He deposited her on the bed, meaning to undress her after the electric roller-shutters had fully descended.

Jane was three parts asleep when she heard the first shutter motor, which to her tipsy, fatigued, guilt-ridden mind, sounded just like a roll-a-door. She jumped up screaming, adrenaline flushing the alcohol from her body. Peter stared at her, confused. Again, she refused to tell him what was going on. Again, he spent the night celibate and with growing anger. And again, Jane lay there, all night, listening to him snore.

Peter had organised a deep-sea fishing trip for the next day. He enjoyed that while Jane dozed in the shade on the front of the boat. Thus refreshed, she wanted to make love that night, but Peter was exhausted from the exercise and the fresh sea air. She did wake him up with a spectacular blowjob the next morning, though.

When she first met Peter at the museum, she knew she'd need a competitive advantage and it wouldn't be her three-baby snatch or her taut skin. Hence, she started researching how to pleasure a man ...