Cheater - Part 6 (Patreon)

** Update: Finished the story.  :D **

Wagging her tail as she goes, Daisy follows Blondie into the laundry room, watching as the tall blonde unbuttons her blouse.  Still annoyed by the dog, Blondie attempts to shoo her away as she flings her spaghetti sauce splattered top into the washing machine.  Circling around, unphased by the woman's irritation, Daisy stands in the doorway watching as Blondie unsnaps her capri pants.

Kicking her sneakers off, the housewife pushes her pants down, hopping around as she attempts to pull her legs out of the semi-stretchy garment.  Tossing them into the washer, she looks down at her remaining undergarments.

Blondie: (thinking) Oh well.  Might as well wash these while I'm at it.

Just as she pushes her panties to her ankles, Daisy looks around, growling as if hearing some unseen intruder.  Rolling her eyes, she watches as the dog runs off, barking at something in front of the house.  Assuming that it's just someone walking their dog or Mr Beasley delivering the Saturday afternoon mail, Blondie goes back to fumbling with her undergarments.

Her phone, still on the kitchen counter and out of ear-shot, alerts to someone entering the front door.  Daisy, whining as she energetically wags her tail, dances around until she receives a pat of the head from Alexander.

Alexander: (whispering) Who's uh good girl?  You are.  Yesh, you are.  Now, where's momma at?  Go find 'er.

Satisfied with the affection, Daisy scampers back towards the laundry room.  Having seen that only Blondie's car is in the driveway, Alexander assumes that only the two of them are at home.  Following the dog's lead, the young man pulls his sweaty basketball jersey up and over his head, tossing it onto the living room couch as he passes by.  Entering the kitchen, he pushes his shorts and underwear down, kicking out of them as he shuffles across the tiled floor.

Striding down a short hallway, Alexander pauses at the laundry room door.  Mesmerized by sight of the naked woman standing before him, he watches as Blondie, her back turned to him, leans across the top of the washing machine.  Completely unaware that anyone is there, the blonde fiddles with the washer's various knobs and buttons...until as pair of hands grabs her by the hips.

Blondie: Holy fucking shit!

Startled and spinning around, Blondie flails at the unknown intruder, smacking Alexander in the face.  Recoiling in shock, the young man steps away from her, throwing up his arms to fend off any additional blows.  Suddenly realizing who it is, she reaches up, apologetically placing her palms on Alexander's flushed cheeks.

Blondie: Oh my gawd, Alexander!  I'm am so sorry, Baby!  You can't sneak up  on me like...

Realizing that she is completely naked, Blondie snatches her hands away for his face, self-consciously covering her nether regions.  Nude, save for a pair of crew-length socks, Alexander does much the same, his hands not quite covering his erect length.  Wide-eyed with embarrassment, both of them try to avoid direct eye contact, not quite knowing what to do or say next.

Alexander: I...  Uhhh...  I got your text.

Blondie: My...  My text?

Alexander: In the tub...

Staring at him, confused, it suddenly dawns on her as to what he's referring to.  Searching for the right words to say, half rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Blondie grins awkwardly.  She must have mistakenly sent the naughty selfie intended for Dagwood to Alexander by mistake.

Blondie: The tub...  Right.  That was...  Uhhhh...  That wasn't...

Alexander: It wasn't meant for me, was it?

Still avoiding eye contact, Alexander cocks his head towards the doorway repeatedly, suggesting that they should part ways.  Likewise, still staring at the ceiling, Blondie nods in agreement.

Alexander: Yeah, I gotta go...  Uhhh...  Shower.

Blondie: Uh-huh...  I was...  Spaghetti...  I was making spaghetti.

Still holding his hands over his privates, Alexander turns and retreats down the hallway.

Alexander: Yep, shower.  Definitely a cold shower.

Silently letting out a sigh of relief, Blondie looks down at Daisy.  Still standing in the doorway, the dog cocks it's head to one side as if confused.

Blondie: Ohh, don't give me that look.  You're the one who got me into this mess in the first place.

Daisy, cocking her head to the opposite side, reconfirms her confusion.

Grabbing an unfolded towel off the top the dryer, Blondie wraps it around body as she heads back towards the kitchen.  If Daisy could speak she would tell the tall woman that the bottom hem of her towel doesn't quite cover the entirety of her derriere.  Instead, however, the dog simply trots along, wagging her tail, staring up at her Master's mate, watching her butt cheeks bounce and jiggle.

Staring down at the pot simmering on the stove, Blondie simply shakes her head, reflecting on the past couple of moments.

Blondie: (thinking) Jesus, woman.  What are you doing?  You've been trying to make this happen for days.  And, just now, when right he's there...right in front of you...  Naked!  Both of you naked...  You fuck it up.

Blondie: (aloud) Alright.  Enough of this.

Making her way upstairs, Daisy in tow, Blondie can hear the shower running as she passes the bathroom door.  Striding into her bedroom, she flings the towel aside and begins to root through her unmentionables drawer for something attention-getting to wear.  Coming across Cookie's pink see-through bralette and panties, Blondie wrinkles her nose and tosses them aside.

A groan below her attracts Blondie's attention, causing her to let out a short bark of laughter, the panties having landed on Daisy's head.  As the dog paws at the offending unmentionable, Blondie smiles upon finding something more suitable.

Now, having to decide on the presentation, she quickly acts out several scenarios before Alexander gets out of the shower.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed demurely?  Nope.  Laying on the bed in a typical Gil Elvgren pin-up pose?  Uh-uhh.  Standing in the doorway, holding onto one or both sides of the door frame?  Absolutely not.

Blondie: (thinking) Ah!  I know...

Turning the water off, Alexander towels himself off and steps out of the shower.  The cold water, however, has had zero effect on his libido...and may in fact have made it worse.  No matter how hard he tried, he could not get the image of Blondie bent over the washing machine out of his mind.  Imaging himself driving into her over and over....the tall, leggy blonde groaning in ecstasy as the spin cycle whirs away...ingrained in his mind.

Alexander: (thinking, looking down) Alright, well...I guess we're gonna have to go take care of this.

Opening the bathroom door, having not even bothered to cover himself, Alexander begins to step across the hall to his bedroom.  Just as he reaches out for doorknob, he hears Blondie's voice at the end of the hallway calling out for him.

Blondie: C'mere, Dumpling.  I've got something to show you.

Wide-eyed, his hands instantly attempting to cover his privates again, Alexander peers down the hallway into the darkened room.  Seated backwards, straddling her dressing table chair, Blondie gives him a sultry half-smirk.  Beckoning him in with a 'come hither' finger gesture he hesitantly steps through the doorway.

As far as he can tell, she's only wearing a shiny, black, strapless pushup bra...patent leather maybe...and a smile.

Alexander: Wh-what do...  What do you w-wanna show...

Blondie: Close the door and come closer.

Alexander obediently turns and shuts the door behind him, his hands immediately returning to his nether region before her turns back towards her, and then steps closer.  Blondie's eyes fixed on the ever-growing monster peeking out for behind his hands, she waggles her finger back and forth, gesturing for him to move them aside.  Dropping his hands to his sides, the blonde lets out an audible 'mmmm-hmmm' of approval.

Sure, she's seen his virility before...a fleeting glimpse as he's getting dressed for school or maybe getting out of the shower...but this...  It's sooo much longer than Dagwood's...far, far girth-ier than Herbs...even Mr Dither's giant is tiny by comparison.

Blondie: You ready?

Alexander says nothing, slowly nodding his head.  Standing, she arches her back while holding onto the chair stiles, accentuating her perfectly rounded posterior.  Watching for his reaction, his eyes now transfixed on her rump, she ever so slowly rotates her hips. Biting his lower lip, he doesn't have to say a word...his reaction speaks for itself...as a black, jewel-covered object peaks out from between her butt cheeks.

Blondie: That'll come later.

Daisy, laying at Blondie's feet, cocks her head to the side once again as she stares up at Alexander.

Original Art by Roger Bacon

Commissioned and Colors by Phillipthe2