Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... a prom dress for some high school girl. It was a size 6, her size, and looked sleek and sexy on her. Well, it was all she saw at the moment to go to an exclusive hotel and be a hooker for the evening. Back in the bedroom, she tried on the dress on and even though it was tight, she could zip it up in back. It was shimmering red with a split all the way up the right side, all the way to the hip. The length was fine, but she did bulge a little in the tummy and it fit tight across her rear end. The neckline was plunging but her 34 C's bulged out with a massive amount of cleavage. The bra she picked must have been a push-up bra.

Jeff was not home yet and it was 5:30, but he did say they had a special meeting after work. Sometimes it was 6 o'clock when he got home on those days. Sandra Jackson, a church-going 38-year old mother and wife, looked at herself in her full-length mirror, and made a touch-up here and there. Her auburn hair was looking good and there were no make-up smudges. She wished her boobs weren't showing quite so much in public, but someone would be seeing the whole package anyway, she thought.

When she was looking in the mirror, she prayed, "Lord, please watch over Kendra tonight and keep her safe." Then she thought about herself, "And Lord, watch over me tonight as well, as I go to meet a complete stranger. And forgive me of my sins, as I leave to go and commit adultery."

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Just as Sandra was parking her car, her cell phone rang. It was Jeff ...

... calling her according to the caller ID.

"Hello," answered Sandra with no usual happiness.

"Hi, honey. I finally got home and saw you were gone. Did...uh...Kendra get off okay?" Jeff asked.

"Yes, she left at 4 o'clock. I was given an appointment to meet a 'client' downtown at the Regency at 7:00. So while I'm down here fucking a complete stranger, you will have to get your own supper, Jeff. I don't know how long I will be," came the spiteful reply from his wife.

An elderly couple was just passing her on the way to the garage elevator, and over heard her "I'm down here fucking a complete stranger, you will have to get your own supper, Jeff" comment! The lady gasped and they started walking faster to their own car.

"Uh...okay, honey, you...well...be careful, okay?" replied Jeff then his wife abruptly disconnected. No good-bye or anything. Jeff had started to say, "you have a good time," but caught himself before it got out. How could a wonderful, Christian lady going out to be a whore have a wonderful time he thought?

Sandra opened the room to 607, and stepped in. She turned on three lamps, and then turned one off. It was a little chilly, being February, so she adjusted the thermostat to warm the room. Exactly how does a prostitute prepare to receive her "client" she thought. Should she go ahead and turn down the bed or leave it made. Should she keep her clothes on or already be undressed when he arrives. She had no earthly idea. She finally decided to just open the ...