Servicing the Trash Man, Her Filthy Hotwife Adventure, 1

Laney adjusted her top for maximum cleavage, which was quite easy, being blessed with double D’s. His truck would be rumbling down the street imminently, and she was ready. She paced in front of the tall windows flanking the door. She eagerly peered into the dim early morning sunshine, her heart racing.

John’s hands smoothed down her bottom and he cupped her buns in his strong hands. He gave her them a strong squeeze before leaning in to whisper in her ear, “You ready?” His voice was seductive and commanding, which gave her a delicious arousal twitch, which it always did before the dates.

“Yes, John. I’m very ready.” She shifted her hips to savor his tightening grabs.

“You get him good, alright? I’ll be watching.” His voice was breathy and full of lusty anticipation, she loved that he seemed ever horny for the benefits of her union too.

The most exciting part was that she never knew when he’d watch the sexual escapades or how he would. He was often out of sight but always watching, which really turned her on. It hit her exhibitionistic streak straight on. That was part of the fun, the not knowing how he’d spy on her with the other man, or when he’d make his appearance. John often arranged the hotwife dates for Laney, but he really loved it when she pursued and set them up herself too. She’d been courting Jaxon, their regular garbage man for quite some time. She was ready...