The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... slacken in his resolve. She'd nailed her colours to Peter's mast and him dropping her now would be an absolute disaster, so she resolved to screw his brains out in Phuket, and maybe even in the private plane flying them there.

As it was a nice day, one of the last in late autumn, she decided to walk around the local park. Her job as a tour guide paid a pittance compared to what Peter was worth, so she'd resigned and was now trying to become what she'd always wanted to be - an attentive stay-at-home mum.

The park gently sloped up to one corner, had lawns and children's play equipment in the centre, and a war memorial garden with a trimmed hedge on the downhill side. At different times of the year, local and European flowers were showcased in different sections. What attracted Jane, though, was the path that ran almost along the boundary. A total of about six hundred metres, it provided different inclines to get the heart pumping and the calories burning. She'd pushed all the children around it when they were younger, and she was working to regain her figure. She and Dave had... No. She wasn't going to spoil her day by remembering the times she and her husband had stopped in a certain grove of trees for some bonding time while walking back from various restaurants after dark.

The only downside for the last few years was that some homeless people, known locally as winos, had taken up residence. They camped near the top corner, probably due to the thick bushes there and ...

... the shelter provided by the high enclosing wall on two sides of the park. You could see them sometimes hanging around the picnickers, hoping to be the first ones to the bins if any food was discarded. There had been a few incidents lately; mainly the bums fighting amongst themselves. The police moved them on sometimes, but they always drifted back. Jane herself never paid them much mind. It suited her exercise routine to walk rapidly up the hill and past that corner before relaxing on the downhill run.

There were three or four of them today, sitting around one of the benches; obligatory brown paper wrapped bottles beside them. She'd become very good at not seeing them; most people had. Now, she fixed her gaze centre-right and hastened past them. At one time, she'd wondered how they got that way, but since then her mind had focused on jealously guarding the comfortable lifestyle she and Dave had earned and shied away from them. To avoid thinking along those lines, Jane began daydreaming of her future, including a huge house with a maid and gardener. Trips abroad. Nice cars and no need to rush to work. Yes, she'd finally arrived where she belonged. If only thoughts of selling out Dave and the annoying voice in her head reminding her of her own morals would leave her the hell alone.

Entering the downhill slope, her mind drifted to what she'd already started telling friends, both her own and the ones she shared with Dave. It was a variant of the 'she and Dave drifted apart, ...