Wicked Lust I

By D L Davito

It was Thursday morning. My husband was at work and the children were at daycare. We are having three workmen remodeling our garage for us, so we decided to keep them away from the dust and noise. They seemed like nice enough men, but you know how men talk when they are hard at work, so I was happy the children weren't around to hear them. I had taken the week off from to stay around the house while they were working here; this is the fourth day of their five-day job and everything seemed to be going fine.
They were always respectful to me, stopping what they were doing and smiling or tipping their hats at me whenever I walked by. I was not at all uncomfortable being alone with them all day. I generally stayed out of their way. Never in my wildest dreams did I suspect what they were planning for me.
I was making myself busy around the house when I heard the workmen's boss calling me from down stairs: "Mrs Erickson. Can you come here?"
"Be right with you." I answered as I went to the little study where my computer is kept. The boss of the workmen, Johan Hagan, had come in earlier and asking to use my PC to find a stock list for some parts he needed for the project. So I had just logged on and brought up my Internet browser for him, then I'd left him to find what he wanted.
As I was coming down the stairs I assumed that, like most men who are good with their hands, he was like a fish out of water on the PC and needed my help. So, full of confidence and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study.
Suddenly my confidence and literally my breath were taken from me as I looked at the screen to see what he had displayed. "Well, well, what do we have here?" He said.
I stood there, not blushing but ashen white, the blood had drained from my face and I was too ashamed to even speak.
"Well, Nothing to say for yourself? What about this porn and emails? I bet Mr Erickson doesn't know about these. My, my Mrs Erickson, what have you been up to?"
I tried my best to hide my embarrassment, and to sound indignant: "Really! Mr Hagan, you shouldn't be looking in my private mail account. That's none of your business!"
His eyes narrowed darkly as he said: "Okay then, if you want to be that way about it. I've printed a few of these emails out and I'll make sure your husband gets to know what his slut of a wife has been up to."
"No, no you can't," I pleaded. I was shocked at the way he was speaking to me; he had always been respectful to me over the past three days he and his men had been working on our garage.
He put his calloused hands on my waist and pulled me to him as he spoke ominously in my ear: "Can't? Who says I can't? If I had a wife I'd sure like to know what she does when I'm working. You seem to have a secret life of sexual mischief on the Internet."
"Don't be silly. I've never been unfaithful to Gordon, I would never even dream of it. We love each other... this is just words on the Internet." My heart was beating in my chest; I didn't want my husband to find out about my wicked erotic fantasies - innocent as they were. I wanted Gordon to continue to think of me as a perfect wife and mother.
"So he won't mind then, will he?" Mr Hagan's tone frightened me. "If I tell him what you've been doing and show him these porn stories and your correspondence with the author?" My façade broke down at that point.
"No, please don't tell him. Gordon just would never understand. It's all completely innocent, can we just keep this between ourselves? I'm very embarrassed." I prayed my pleas would work.
He moved me closer to him and his hand moved around to my hip as he looked into my eyes. He was alternately soothing and threatening. "If I keep quiet, what will you do for me?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, I didn't like where this was going. His next words took my breath away:
"You know what I mean. Will you fuck?"

• Language: English
• Publisher: D L Davito
• Release date: Feb 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465989611

D L Davito

DL Davito resides with his family near the Intercoastal Waterway in eastern North Carolina. One of his passions is his old wooden sailboat and taking overnight sails with his faithful Lab, Seadog.It is during those jaunts he can contemplate the mysteries of life under a starlit sky and allow the seeds of his stories to take root. Research and personal experience are the foundation of his books. Character development and plot are his hallmark. Seduction, desire, passion and fulfillment are his gifts.His erotic novellas written under the series titled “The Tenth Commandment – coveting other men’s wives” explores the theme of forbidden fruit. The added element of danger in seducing another mans wife, and the increased passion of taking something taboo, can greatly enhance lust and sensuality in men and women alike.Unlike much published erotica, his writing style and descriptive prose coupled with a good story and attention to detail provide the reader a highly enjoyable experience. Character development and good endings, as well as thrilling sexual encounters, are his hallmarks.A sample of his work can be found in the free short story, “The Job and The Tease”.Contact address: [e-mail]

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Wicked Lust I

A wife's home improvements with three handymen.

Tenth Commandment Series Book

by DL Davito

Copyright 2012 by author

Smashwords Edition

Cover Art by Scala Enterprise

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Table of Contents

Chapter One - Day One

Chapter Two - My Wicked Thoughts

Chapter Three - My Predicament

Chapter Four - The Workmen

Chapter Five - Photos

Chapter Six - One More Time

Chapter Seven - Back to Normal

Epilogue

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My Dear Mr Davito,

I have taken your advice and written my story down as if it was a novel. I must agree with you that the therapeutic value of this exercise was excellent for me. I now understand much more about myself, also that the term 'wicked' is in the eye of the beholder and that having wicked thoughts do not make a bad person. We all have them in one form or another.

I have enclosed the only copy of this story, written in my own words, for your use as you see fit. I cannot keep a copy home because I prefer that my husband, Gordon, never see it. I am pleased to have him continue to think of me as a perfect wife.

Fondest regards,

Camilla Erickson

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Chapter One - Day One

It was Thursday morning. My husband Gordon was at work and the children were at daycare. We are having three workmen remodeling our garage for us, so Gordon and I decided to keep the children away from the dust and noise they were making. They seemed like nice enough men, but you know how men talk when they are hard at work, so I was happy the children weren't around to hear them. I had taken the week off from my job to stay around the house while they were working here; this is the fourth day of their five-day job and everything seemed to be going fine.

They were always respectful to me, stopping what they were doing and smiling or tipping their hats at me whenever I walked by. I was not at all uncomfortable being alone with them all day. I loved to stroll around our yard and garden, and generally stayed out of their way. Never in my wildest dreams did I suspect what they were planning for me.

I was making myself busy around the house. So here I was in the bedroom, picking up the children's clothes ready to put into the washing basket when I heard the workmen's boss calling me from down stairs: Mrs Erickson. Can you spare me a moment?

Be right with you. I answered as I made my way back downstairs to the little study where my computer is kept. The boss of the workmen, Johan Hagan, had come in a while earlier asking to use my PC to find a stock list for some parts he needed for the project. So I had just logged on and brought up my Internet browser for him, then I'd left him to find what he wanted.

As I was coming down the stairs I assumed that, like most men who are good with their hands, he was like a fish out of water on the PC and needed my help. So, full of confidence and ready to show-off my talents on the keyboard, I breezed into the study.

Suddenly my confidence and literally my breath were taken from me as I looked at the