Marital Status in Limbo - Sex Stories

Marital Status in Limbo

... " Ahh, ahh, stoppp!" But I ignored her. Then she feels another wave of pleasure, even more intense. It is all getting too much. The next thing she knew, the light is off, she is lying there without me touching her and her left foot is back on the floor. The car is going slower and then we are turning onto a driveway. We are at my house. When she headed for the lounge room, I indicated she should go up the stairs. Immediately before the stairs there is a closed door in the wall. " You bastard," She called. " We could have come through from the garage that way." I laughed at her and then followed her upstairs. " Keep going to the top," I said at the rear level of the split level house. At the top I pointed down the hall to the end. " You do have sensational legs, Katrina. And a gorgeous ass besides." We walked past the doorway to a bedroom. It is dark. I push her along the hall. She is getting frightened as we came to my bedroom. There is no way she wanted me to have her in my bed. For a long while she has had the idea that the first man she was in bed with is her estranged husband. I'm older than her father. The closer she walked to my bedroom the more worried she is getting. Then we were inside. I closed the door behind us. My room is huge, has a balcony, a walk in wardrobe and an ensuite. I push her to the bed. She put her arms back and stopped herself from falling over the blanket roll at the edge of the bed. I didn't have her on the bed yet. She is sure it is a king size ...

... bed. When she nearly fell back onto it she looked into the recessed ceiling above the bed. There is a big mirror there. I told her to wait there and went into the bathroom. She hears water running then. A bath? While I'm there she looked around. The dresser had some photos of me at dinner somewhere with a blonde woman. She looked maybe in her mid thirties, so about fifteen years younger than me. The two of them were smiling and looked happy. I looked no different than I'm now so the photos were recent. Was she his girlfriend? She dropped to her knees on the soft carpet and started looking through the drawers. Maybe she can find her address or phone number somewhere. I had a lot of personal stuff in my drawers. There is also personal stuff that a woman would have. So she was no stranger to my bedroom. She felt sure she would find something. She started looking at all the little bits of paper in there. She found an address book in the bottom drawer. She shut the drawer as she looked through it. She hadn't found anything, not one name or number when I came back in the room. She didn't hear me come up behind her. I didn't pick her up or shove her aside. All I did was take the little book with one hand and flick it aside somewhere while my other hand went between her legs. " That's a new one, Katrina," I said. " Nothing to find in there." She shut her eyes and lay down on the carpet in front of the dresser. Maybe she wouldn't have to get on the bed after all. She spread her legs. ...