Chapter 6

Soon Annette was already standing in the basement in front of Omar.

“Let’s be quick today,” she said softly. “Where are the condoms, I bought you?”

“Wait, daughter, let me look at you,” answered Omar, sitting there in nothing but old boxers. With his beer belly and his shabby underwear, he looked utterly unsexy. And yet between Annette’s legs it was wet.

The beauty rolled her eyes and put one leg forward. The miniskirt was such that a displayed leg became a weapon of mass sexual effect.

“So -- do you like what you see?” she asked with a smirk, feeling her vagina grow wetter and wetter the nearer came the sin she had resolved on: cheating on her husband. Everything for it was ready: the wrap miniskirt opening to bare the top of her thigh. Light, shimmering in the style of a nineties disco. A top of elastic lace. She had crossed the straps so her breasts would be held more securely by those small scraps of fabric and not burst free at the most unexpected moment. Let them burst free when the time was right.

Knee-high boots looked like the main article of clothing, since they covered so much of her body...

“Of course, I do -- very, very much!” Omar confirmed, beginning to rub his cock through his underwear. He looked like an ape scratching its crotch. Annette was struck by how animal, how vulgar the immigrant looked! Nothing like her husband, the bank director. And that excited her all the more.

“And when you were with your friend, I didn’t notice that. You didn’t even look my way. So now I’m thinking maybe I ought to get offended and leave because of that?”

“Girl!” the old man said in alarm. “What are you talking about? I just ... I just didn’t want other people asking questions about us, for rumors to start crawling...”