Your pleasure is our business - House of Phone Sex! When Gloria came home from work, she was surprised to find the front door unlocked. After all, it was barely past eight, and Trevor's shift would not end until eleven.
It was a chilly winter evening, and she slipped inside quickly. The lights were not on, and the house was quiet. As she threw her purse on the table, it occurred to her that there might be an intruder. She frowned. "Trevor?" she called, but no answer came. Then again, it was a large house. Trevor was a surgeon at the county hospital, and Gloria was a college professor. They had done quite well for themselves. She decided that she was being irrational, and she went upstairs to look for her husband. Gloria was pretty, with long, black hair that spilled over her shoulders in large curls. Not skinny and not precisely buxom, she kept in shape well enough to draw the eyes of more than a few college boys, not to mention professors. She taught women's studies, but her classes always had more than their fair share of male students. One had gone so far as to ask her out, and she'd let him down easily but firmly. She accepted all of this with the quiet dignity of a married woman. As she climbed the stairs, Gloria unzipped her coat and pulled it off. She was wearing jeans and a purple sweater. It wasn't exactly her favorite color, but it had been a gift from Trevor, and she was not one to refuse a gift. The bedroom door was ajar, and she opened it cautiously. The room was empty. Well, not exactly. There was a box on the bed, gift wrapped completely in purple. She smiled sweetly. Their anniversary was not for another week, and it was not like Trevor to do anything ahead of time. On the other hand, it was not like her to look a gift horse in the mouth. She grinned, turned on a light, and sat down on the bed. Setting the box on her lap, she read the card: "To the woman of my dreams, I thought this would go nicely with your sweater. May it make you as happy as you make me." Gloria beamed a little, rolling her eyes at the sweater comment. Trevor was terrible at picking out gifts, but she could overlook that for the moment. She tore the box open. Inside was a purple silk bustier, which laced up in the front, and matching panties. Lavender lace fringed the lingerie and adorned it with roses... |
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