Sophy - Lonely Wife

By Marcus Darkley

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 my 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 made her knickers fall down so easily!

 

Adult Reading Material.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erotic Dreams
• Release date: Jul 29, 2020

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

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 a little plain, with minimal make-up and she had a tightly pulled ponytail. Non-nonsense slacks and flat black shoes finished the outfit. A typical higher middle-class housewife. I looked at her greenish eyes and saw