Camille had told me to take 10 days offf from work months ago for this time. But didn't say why. In that morning she informed me that Rob would he going to Australia for a week and wanted me to move in with her for a week whilst he was away. Camille said that she had planned everything and her mum Carol would be assisting in helping us keep this secret. I pulled up outside Camille’s house just as Rob’s Uber disappeared do...

We did go a bit too far with this one Last Monday, I showed up at their house just after four, still buzzing from the way Camille had played Rob like a fiddle all week telling him that she'll be at a book club that night. Whilst he was spending sometime with family that were visiting. She opened the door in a short silk robe that barely covered her ass, and the second it closed behind me her mouth was on mine. We kissed h...

I showed up at Camille's place right after four yesterday afternoon, the second Rob left for his night out. She had already showered after work, her skin still warm and carrying that clean scent of soap and lotion. The moment the door opened I pulled her straight into me, our mouths crashing together in a wet, hungry kiss that left spit glistening on our chins. We didn't even bother with small talk. Camille grabbed my han...

I pulled up to the house just after four on Friday knowing Rob was stuck at some boring work event. Camille opened the door in a tight top and shorts and the second it clicked shut behind me we were all over each other. Our mouths crashed together right there by the stairs, tongues sliding deep, saliva mixing as we kissed like we had been starving for weeks. I grabbed her ass and yanked her against my already hard cock wh...

This happend last Wednesday, Rob had gone to watch the England game at a bar with some mates. I arrived at Camille's place just after four in the afternoon, Rob went straight from work to watch the England match with his mates. She opened the door in a loose bathrobe, her skin still warm and damp from the shower. The moment the door clicked shut behind me we locked together in a long, deep, wet kiss, tongues sliding and s...

I arrived at Camille's house just after eight in the morning, heart pounding with anticipation after weeks apart. I moved quickly to the front door, keeping low to avoid the neighbors' eyes. The door opened almost instantly and there she was, wrapped in that red dressing gown, her brown hair falling loose around her shoulders. The scent of her shampoo hit me as we crashed together, mouths locking in a deep, hungry kiss th...

I arrived at Carol's house late on Monday morning wearing a revealing outfit with makeup accentuating my features. She opened the door and her eyes immediately traveled over my body with clear hunger. We greeted each other and she told me to kiss her deeply. Our mouths met hungrily, tongues sliding deep and twisting together in a wet passionate dance that left us both breathless and wanting more. Camille called right then...

Last Monday Camille threw a sickie at work so I could come round. Both her and her husband work at the same place. She had gaslighted him perfectly, telling him she was having women issues and pain in her stomach. He believed every word. I sat in my car around the corner, engine off, watching the minutes tick by on my phone. He had left just before eight, his car pulling out of the driveway and disappearing down the stree...

The scent of Carol’s perfume hit me first—something floral and sharp—as she cracked the front door open just enough for me to slip through. Her eyes flicked upstairs, where the bathroom fan hummed, and she pressed a finger to her lips. I didn’t need telling twice. I stepped into the hallway, heart hammering, and before I could think, I leaned in and kissed her. Not a peck on the cheek—full on the lips, soft and lingering....

Had a meet wtih Camille yesterday. Her mum was at her place which made it more interesting..... The Bank Holiday Monday sun filtered through the curtains of Camille's home, casting a warm glow over the quiet street as I parked a short distance away. My heart raced with anticipation, knowing Rob had just pulled out of the driveway in his car, heading off to visit his family for a few hours. This was our stolen moment, the...

I couldn't believe my luck when Camille texted me that her husband had headed out to watch some non-league football match in the afternoon. The sun was filtering through the curtains of my place, but all I could think about was her—those curves, that mischievous smile, the way she made me feel alive in ways I hadn't in years. I grabbed my keys and drove over to their house, my heart pounding with anticipation. It was our...

This happened last year when Camille’s husband Rob went to Australia. The instant Rob’s car vanished down the street for Heathrow Airport, my pulse raced with forbidden excitement. I lingered in the dim alley opposite their house, counting the minutes until Camille’s message lit up my screen: door’s open, come now. Slipping through the front door like a shadow, the house enveloped me in its quiet luxury—the faint aroma of...