You still trying to seduce my husband?” Mrs. Anderson whispered. “I thought I told you to fill up those cups with ice?”

Sara jumped. The older woman had snuck up right behind her, pinning her to the table without making a sound.

“I’m not - I’m not” Sara stammered. “Sed...” The thought had never crossed her mind. Mr. Anderson wasn’t just her husband’s boss. He was also an ugly and obnoxious old man. And if his ruddy features and breath were any indication, his fat, lazy, and domineering wife had driven him to the bottle.

“Don’t you lie to me bitch,” Mrs. Anderson said. Her pudgy fingers slithered over Sara’s thighs and stroked at the band of her thin tight nylon shorts. “I know your kind. You come out here in your hot pants showing off your long legs and tight little ass. You think I don’t know what you are up to?”

“I was - I was - hoping to run this afternoon.” However, the only running she had done was going to and fro from one of Mrs. Anderson’s tasks to the next.

Mrs. Anderson forced her hand down the front of Sara’s shorts, causing the young housewife to gasp and struggle in vain against the older woman’s advances.

“Such a tight little body,” Mrs. Anderson whispered in Sara’s ear.

“Stop it.” Sara pulled at Mrs. Anderson’s wrist, but only succeeded in pulling her own blonde pubes the old woman had firm grip on. She tried in vain to get her husband’s attention.

“Go ahead,” Mrs. Anderson said, while stroking a fat finger up and down the cleft of the young woman’s sex. “Call him over. Then you can explain to Frank - yes, to Frank and to your children what we were doing. I’ll be sure to tell them all the juicy details of our hot little affair.”

“We are not having an affair.” Sara’s voice was indignant at the mere suggestion. She had never had sexual thought about another woman. And even if she had, it wouldn’t be with a woman like Mrs. Anderson.

“Oh but we are,” Mrs. Anderson continued. “I’ve been coming over to your house every day - every morning after Frank and your little brats have left for school. I’ve been fucking you with all manner of vibrators and dildos. I’ve fucked you in the bed you sleep in with your husband. Then I let you eat my pussy while I watch the soaps. Sometimes I even bring friends over and we take turns sharing your talented tongue.”

“No,” Sara groaned. Not only was she losing the battle of wits with this vicious woman - her body was reacting the unwanted groping of her body.

“You can’t deny it,” Mrs. Anderson said. “Shhhh- listen to your pussy. Listen to those hungry wet sounds. You love it slut.”

“No.” It came out this time as a whisper. Sara knew she couldn’t stop what was happening, but she also knew she shouldn’t be enjoying it either. She should be repulsed by this older woman and she sure as hell shouldn’t be getting off on this very public humiliation with her husband and kids right there with her. But her hips were moving of their own accord, back and forth, fucking the finger embedded in her hot slit.

“Let’s see more of this hot little body you’ve been flaunting.” Mrs. Anderson gently tugged the thin nylon running shorts and even thinner panties down to Sara’s thighs. The young mother’s eyes darted around to make sure no one was watching.