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Sophy: Lonely Wife
Sophy: Lonely Wife
Sophy: Lonely Wife
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Sophy: Lonely Wife

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The devil makes work for idle hands and I think I was a good case for his attention. Rather than just sit back as a rich property millionaire, I kept myself busy doing some of the renovations myself. Coming home covered in paint or plaster in my old van each day, seemed to have an interesting effect on my young, well-bred neighbour, Sophy. She clearly had me down as a ‘bit of rough,’ and who was I to disappoint her! Particularly when the notion make her knickers fall down so easily!

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The eating finished, it was time to make my move. I stood and collected the plates, waving her down as she tried to clear. Then I came up behind her and poured another glass of wine, conscious of her slight discomfort at my proximity. “It’s not really my place to comment,” I said softly, “but it sounds like Stephen doesn’t know much about how to treat a woman!”

“And you do, I suppose?” She shot back without thinking and I sensed her trying to catch the words before they left her mouth.

I let my hands drop heavily but gently on to her shoulders. “I like to think so!” I started to gently massage the knots in her neck and shoulders. “I tell you what. I’ll tell you my theory before the end of the evening.”

“Er. Okay,” she mumbled.

Sophy smelt amazing. A mixture of perfume, shampoo and heady pheromones, I got the full effect that close to her neck. I bent a little and got closer until my lips almost brushed the downy skin on her nape and then I told her. You look delicious and you smell delicious, my dear!”

“Oh my!” She whimpered, suddenly unsure.

My lips touched and I slid my hands down a little forwards. She looked down. “If you go any further, your hands will be touching my breasts, Mister,” she said, matter-of-factly.

“Like this?” I asked innocently, sliding them all the way into her bra, to cup her tits.

“Oh shit!” Sophy moaned her first expletive of the night.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherErotic Dreams
Release dateJul 29, 2020
ISBN9781005768584
Sophy: Lonely Wife
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Marcus Darkley

Marcus has had the pleasure of many amazing relationships with beautiful, submissive women. Now putting pen to paper to share these experiences, he is producing some panty-melting erotica. The stories are fiction but they are strongly based in fact. If you are D or s you'll enjoy them. If you are curious, they will give you a window on to a different world and perhaps the desire to give it a try. If nothing else, they are going to leave you hot and bothered!

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    SOPHY - LONELY WIFE

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    Marcus Darkley

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    Sophy – Lonely Wife

    I’d seen her maybe once, from afar, pushing her pram around the posh estate. My wife went over to introduce herself just after we arrived, but I hadn’t bothered. The old customs were dying but dinosaurs like us tried to keep them alive. So we hadn’t met and her husband had passed me a few times and looked away, so I was pretty surprised when I pulled up in my old van and started to unload it, to look up and see her waiting to greet me at the fence between our driveways.

    I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sophy, she said awkwardly in a posh London accent, holding out a stiff arm by way of greeting.

    Taking her soft hand in mine, I held it just a little longer than she might have expected. Hello Sophy. I’m Craig, I smiled.

    She smiled back in a very coy way that got me attention, and I found myself giving her a full appraisal. Old habits die hard!

    She was around five six; a good half a foot shorter than me, and nine stone wet. Her cashmere cardie was buttoned in the middle only and her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest but even so, I could see a pleasing swell there, in contrast to the rest of her slight frame. Her face was pretty, if

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