Earlier in the day I washed my hair, and now it has dried in long easy curls, it needs brushing. I sit on the sofa and flick my hair to the side, gently I pull the thick black handled brush through my dark brown red highlighted curls, then flick my head to the other side and repeat.

“You’re hair is so long.” My husband looks up from behind his silver laptop and smiles at me. “You could easily put it in pigtails for me now.”

I smile at him and see the lusty sparkle in his bright, amazingly clear blue eyes.

“Yeah I guess I could. Hmm I’ll have to find some bobbles.” I wink at my husband and throw my hair back over my shoulders. “Maybe I should find my school uniform to go with ‘em too.”

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Have you ever tried doing housework in a sexy uniform? I had been instructed to wear my school uniform all day today, so as IÂ’m pushing the vacuum round the living room, my breasts are pressed together and dripping over the edge of my plain white blouse. The grey pleated skirt swirls just above my knee, and I am very much aware of the constriction of the cotton knickers around my crotch.

With every movement my mind is dragged into the realm of the sexual. I am awaiting a parcel and although I am not sure what it will contain, I do know itÂ’s been ordered with my sexual pleasure in mind, not just the contents of the parcel, but who will bear it as well. I also know that my husband is waiting for me to call. I have him on speed dial and as I hear the knock on the door, I will ring him and he will then find his way home to join in the fun.

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“Hey love! Did your parcel arrive?” My husband breezes through the door and walks towards me, bending over to lay a kiss on my cheek.

“Yes.” I whisper, head hanging low, disgusted by what I had done but unsure of how to confess it. How do you tell your husband that you just fucked a stranger?

“What’s the matter? You’ve not even opened the parcel. Vicky, What’s happened?”

My husband sinks into the soft sofa beside me, and wraps his arm around my shoulder, squeezing me gently. I glance up into his compassionate blue eyes and I break out a loud and un-lady like sob. The tears flow and he pulls me close, burying my face in the crook of his neck, holding me and stroking my back. I cling to him, unsure whether this may be the last time I feel his arms around me.

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