The Incident with the Basement Window (fm:slut wife, 5551 words)

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She picked up the bags and trudged to the front door, still thinking about how she had to have her son at one field and her daughter at another across town at the same time. When she got to the front door, she reached into her pocket for her keys to find they weren't there. She searched her pockets and discovered her keys weren't in any of them. She dropped the bags and jogged back to her van.

As she peered in the widow her heart sank. Her keys were lying on the passenger seat where she had left them. As that revelation hit her another just as bad filled her mind. The spare key her husband had given her, encased in a small plastic box with a magnet glued to the back which was supposed to be attached to a hidden exterior location on her van, resided on a shelf in the laundry room. She had never gotten around to putting it on her van. As that thought filtered through her mind another just as disturbing followed. The spare key for the front door they kept hidden in a fake rock next to the front porch was lying on the kitchen counter where her oldest had dropped it instead of putting it back where it belonged.

Cindy didn't cuss much. She wasn't a prude, she just reserved the nasty words for times in the bedroom when she and her husband were having fun and it added to the atmosphere. And sometimes that atmosphere was red hot. Cindy and Don, her husband, loved role playing and did it quite frequently. From a game of domination, where she played a slut housewife and he would play the part of a handyman or acquaintance who would force her to fuck, to the other extreme where she was an innocent girl and he would seduce her.

When they played the slut housewife game, many times her husband, while he held her down and fucked her, would tell her he was going to have a friend come over and do just that, force her to fuck. Cindy always got turned on by that and secretly loved the idea of giving her pussy to a friend. One night in a fit of passion she even confessed to her husband that she liked the idea. Later she denied it, saying it was because she was so turned on. Don never told her that he thought the idea was pretty hot and would have liked to fullfill it, but he just didn't know how to get her to agree. She really got into the role playing, but the forced slut scenario was her favorite and the one where she gave voice to her profanity. And right now she called on every one of those words she knew.

"God damn it! Cock sucking, mother fucking, ass licking, cunt licking, bastard!" She railed, jumping up and down with each screamed word.

She finally stopped, panting, having worked out, at least a bit, of her frustration. Her cell phone was in her pocket and she thought about calling her husband, but she knew he would razz her endlessly about not putting the spare key where he had told her to, so she decided to check the windows and the back door to see if maybe any of them were open.

She checked all the windows in the front of the house, to find them all locked. She walked around the house, through the gate into the backyard. Their backyard wasn't very big, but they had installed an 8' privacy fence so they could do whatever they wanted and keep the prying eyes of the neighbors from seeing. Cindy checked the back door and found it was locked, so she walked on around the house to check the basement windows. The house had a daylight basement with 4' wide by 2' high transom-style windows (hinged at the bottom, opening from the top) mounted in the wall a foot above the ground.

Because they were so accessible from the ground Cindy and Don tried to make sure that all of them were kept locked. As she checked the windows and found each locked Cindy began to get more and more frustrated. Luckily someone had unlocked the one above the washer and dryer and had forgotten to lock it.

Cindy smiled as she pushed on the window and it swung in, only to stop

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Hook writes Sun 16 Mar 2025 17:59:

I think I saw this story years ago...or one very similar.
Still a good one!

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Hook writes Sun 16 Mar 2025 17:58:

I think I saw this story years ago...or one very similar.
Still a good one!

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