The Seduction and Using of Dawn - Sex Stories

The Seduction and Using of Dawn

... the airport with his parents Brian and Janet. To say that the car journey was strained was an understatement. I sensed Brian was looking at me in a way I had not experienced before that eventful morning. Janet sensed the tension but dismissed it as my anxiety which was true. Throughout the journey I worried about the numerous small domestic tasks that still required attention, petty worries and concerns etc. When Phil approached the Departure Lounge he threw his arms around me and told me how much he loved me. I told him the same. I was naturally tearful as Brian placed a supportive arm around my waist, as we all waved goodbye to Phil. I felt Brian’s hand wander and knead my bum, only stopping to trace his fingers along my suspender strap. Other than experiencing a deep sense of guilt, I said nothing nor did nothing to deter his hand. . Chapter 3: (Both) Phil had arrived in Saudi as scheduled and had sent confirmation emails to Head Office and to myself, informing everyone that he had arrived safely as was the protocol with the company. He had sent Dawn an email outlining the same sentiment but with a more familiar structure. He didn’t phone anyone in the UK on his arrival due to the time difference but he was looking forward to hearing Dawns voice once again. Back home the day was just beginning, Dawn was waking the household for breakfast before they all went their different ways of College or School. As the noise abated as the last c***d left the f****y home, Dawn began ...

... to ponder the last 24 hours. I’d kissed Phil goodbye as he commenced a new overseas assignment, unsure when I would see him in person next. I relived the parting of the ways and the moment that Brian had moved his hand over my butt and firmly squeezed, then began to trace the strap of my suspender belt with his index finger as the garment dug into my thigh. This was not the action of a supportive Father in Law, but rather the actions of a man testing how far he could go, in fact I had to accept a huge degree of responsibility. After all it was only a few days previous that if Phil hadn’t have telephoned at that crucial time then I don’t know where my flirting with his father would have led to? Phil was only feet away as his Father continued to secretly feel me up. I loved my husband and enjoyed immensely the love making that we once both shared, but sadly this had been absent now for some years. But this didn’t feel or taste anything like that. This wasn’t about love or affection His agenda was pure sex. This was about fucking, writhing, pounding unabashed a****listic sex. On the drive back home I realised that my pussy was tingling and could feel the discomfort of wetness seeping onto the thin strip of material of my lacy thong. Once home I went straight to her bedroom and began to stroke my pussy gently. As the tingling sensations increased I began to slide a finger into my lubricated slot. The finger thrust inside slowly at first, building itself up into a frenzied blur as ...