1. Cheating on Patricia Part II (Arlene)


    Date: 5/3/2018, Categories: Cheating, Author: TillMorning, Source: LushStories

    I was sitting at the edge of the bed when the bathroom door swung open and Patricia stepped out. Wearing only a towel as a turban, her naked body tanned and toned, she rummaged through her bag looking for a pair shorts. She bent over giving me a clear view of her pale buttocks. She turned in my direction. Her breasts bore the marks of a day in the sun with two white triangles tattooed over each tiny breast. Her pink nipples were fat and erect, as the cold air from the air conditioner coaxed them awake. Before slipping into her shorts I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. With her breasts now at the level of my face, I glided my tongue over each one methodically. Her nipples responded to my tongue by elongating ever so slightly while the skin of her areolae wrinkled and tightened. She playfully pulled away. “Haven’t you had enough for today?” she asked with a giggle. “You know I can never get enough of you.” I responded. She reached down and slid into her shorts slowly. The pale inverted triangle that covered her crotch disappeared underneath the terrycloth. “I need to get some rest” she declared. “I think I am coming down with a cold.” Her reluctant smile transformed into a slight frown. She slid head first onto the bed, her topless body gently nestled atop the bed sheet. “Wake me up in an hour or two,” she requested. “Sure sweetie, get some rest,” I added. A few hours had passed when I awoke her. She resisted my nudges and even managed to push my hand away from her. ...
    “Sweetie, it’s eight o’clock, let’s get something to eat,” I suggested. “I don’t feel well,” she moaned. “Can you go and buy me some medicine?” “Aw baby,” I consoled her. “I’ll go to the pharmacy and get you something.” Patricia did not respond. She cleared her throat a few times and coughed. She then began to snore. I returned from the pharmacy about a half hour later with a bottle of Nyquil and poured her a medicine cup full. She groggily gulped it down, plopped back onto the pillow and was sound asleep. I turned off the lights, turned on the TV with no volume and laid beside her and dozed off. It was close to midnight when I woke up. I glanced at Patricia and noticed that she had turned on her side, her back facing me. I placed my hand on her neck and felt her warm skin. She was running a fever. “Patricia,” I whispered. “How do you feel honey?” “Terrible,” she snorted. She grabbed the sheet and covered her head. “Baby, you have a fever.” I got up from the bed and poured her another shot of Nyquil. Again, she swallowed it. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Don’t worry babe. Tomorrow you will feel better,” I responded. “I’m going out for a walk ok?” “Be careful,” Patricia said, as I quietly exited the room, carefully assuring that the door would not slam. *** I walked through the empty lobby and saw Arlene behind the counter. She was smartly dressed in a long sleeved white blouse, a crisp black vest and perfectly pressed black slacks. Her braided hair reached below her shoulders; the ...
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