Wife Plays Dress-ups by Coolomon Matt

Author:Coolomon, Matt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-09-08T00:00:00+00:00

Mischa

“Fuck yeah, take it Jas.”

A husky masculine voice halted me in my approach to the pool house.

“Yeah just like that, suck that cock sweet thing.”

I stood stock still and my skin tingled.

“Mmm, hurry up. Stop holding back,” my step-daughter Jasmine whined impatiently. I heard a wet sucking sound and a deep groan from the man, who I assumed to be one of Jasmine’s usual admirers.

I slipped off my sandals and approached the wall of the pool house. It’s a self-contained flat where Jasmine lives.

I tiptoed along the wall to the open front door. I rested back against the cool rendered surface and slid a hand down between my thighs. I wore a breezy little summer dress and soft cotton panties. My pussy was still hot from having rubbed it to an orgasm only 15 minutes ago.

“Yeah fuck, there it is,” the deep voice cried out and Jasmine moaned throatily.

I felt a breast with my other hand, pinching and twisting the nipple.

“Was that good, baby?”

Jasmine giggled. “No.”

“Aw come on, you loved it.”

“Arsehole!”

The guy chuckled. “Hey you lost fair and square.”

“So? You’re still an arsehole.”

There was shuffling then the sound of bare feet padding across the tiled floor. I slipped back away from the door and down the path to where I had left my sandals. I put them on and walked back noisily to the door. “Hello, anyone home?” I called gaily. “Oh hello, Nate.”

“Hi Mischa, how you going?”

“I’m good. It’s a great day, isn’t it?”

“I’m in here, Misch. Are you ready already?” Jasmine called from her bedroom.

“Yes, but no hurry.” I went to the bedroom and found Jasmine fixing her makeup.

“I’ll catch ya later, Jas,” Nate yelled on his way out the door. He didn’t wait for a reply.

“Are you okay, love?” I asked Jasmine.

“I’m fine. Do you want to get going?”

Our plan for the afternoon was a shopping excursion into the city centre. It’s something we do often, getting along more like girlfriends than step-mother and daughter. Our age gap is only eight years. Jasmine was 20. I’d been married to her 39-year-old father Ken for five years now. Although she was actually Ken’s step-daughter too, from a previous relationship, just staying with us while studying.

*

“What?” Jasmine exclaimed defensively. We were in the back seat of a taxi on our way.

“Sorry, it’s just so short.” I looked at Jasmine’s skirt again.

“Yeah, so you’ve said before about a thousand times.”

“No, I only ever point out what your dad thinks. Not what I think.”

The lady taxi driver rolled her eyes back over her shoulder. She was a buxom black woman.

I checked her name on her ID card. “What do you think, Marjorie? Do you have daughters?”

“Oh yeah, but they don’t get around like that. Too conservative.” Marjorie rolled her eyes back for another look. “Me, on the other hand, I used to wear skirts as short as that or even shorter. When I had the legs for it. Back in the 80s.”

“See?” Jasmine declared triumphantly. “Guys love it, and they can’t see anything anyway.

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