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HOUSE HUSBAND 5 CHAPTER 1 I woke up slowly and looked at my watch. I’d been asleep for five hours and I didn’t feel refreshed. I felt dirty and depressed and didn’t know why. I rolled onto my side and pressed myself against Sal’s backside. She whimpered in her sleep and pulled away. I lay there, as close as I dared to get, without disturbing her, gathering my thoughts and thinking about what went on earlier. I was getting an erection, just a lazy knob really and I pressed myself against Sally again. I wanted to snuggle up against her, to be one whole on the bed and not two separate halves. “Don’t!” Sal whispered, “Let me sleep,” and she pulled away again. “Want a cup of tea?” I asked her. “Not yet, I just want to wake up slowly and see how I feel. You have one though, I just want to lay here alone for a while, do you mind?” “Of course not, I’ll make myself a cuppa and some toast. Then I’ll have a shower and comb my teeth.” That didn’t get a comment from Sal, so I went down made the cuppa and the toast. I wasn’t in good spirits. For some reason I felt down and it appeared to me that Sally was in the same frame of mind. “Better off in our own spaces for a while,” I thought. If there was one thing I certainly was, it was hungry. It wasn’t a healthy appetite that I had, like one has after having done a good day’s work and deserved a good meal, to refuel. I was starving. I tried to work out when we’d last had a proper well balanced meal and Escort bodrum the last “Proper” meal had been in a restaurant a few days before. Yesterday all we’d had was a few biscuits tea, coffee and some wine. “Not much to fuel our games with,” I thought. I made tea and toast for myself and ate the toast quickly. Then I made another couple of slices and had another mug of tea. I quietly went upstairs and had a long hot shower, soaping myself all over using the sponge, paying special attention to my naughty bits. I finished the shower with a thirty-second blast of cold to wake me up and close my pores. Thirty seconds is a long time under a cold shower, I find, but well worth it. Sal was sitting up in bed when I entered, the duvet pulled up over her breasts and she held it in place with an arm. “Cuppa?” Sal gave me a wan smile and asked me to bring up a glass of water with the tea. “I feel dehydrated,” she said. I took up the tea and water and placed it on the bedside table, saying, “Your tea, Mistress.” “Don’t!… don’t say that!” She said and burst into tears. I sat on the bed saying nothing, not daring to touch her and being unsure of what to do, so I just sat and waited. When she stopped crying, she got some tissues, leaned back in the bed, head resting on the pillows and blew her nose, got some fresh ones and wiped her eyes then gripped the tissues tightly in her hand. “Sorry,” she said. “I lost it, Escort Kuşadası I really lost it last night didn‘t I? I hurt you. I could have done you damage and myself as well. I lost control, I’m sorry, really sorry.” “It was a joint effort,” I said. “We both lost it and we both forgot the key word, “No”. We got carried away and I could have hurt you as well. Did I?” I asked. “No, but I hurt myself, I’m very sore down there,” she said. “It was the dress, it made me very sore. That bloody dress!” She said. “Who would think that such a beautiful dress could cause pain?” She smiled, then laughed. She drank the water, not sipping it. She drank it straight down in one go, gave a sigh and rested her head against the pillow again. I could see her starting to relax. “The tea’s good,” she said. “I need it and I really needed that water. I’m going to have a long bath, then see how I feel. I might go back to bed.” Sally would be in the bathroom for at least an hour, soaking herself in the bath, examining herself and cleaning herself up. “She must be a real mess,” I thought. Twenty minutes later, I heard the bath water draining away. “That’s quick,” I thought, “Something wrong?” I was about to go upstairs when Sal came down. “I’m okay,” she said, “Don’t look so worried! I’ve had a good cleanup. I’m a bit sore, but no real damage. I want another cup of tea, some more water and some toast. Then I’m going to have bodrum escort another bath, a real one, a long one, with all my oils and potions in it, I’ll be in there at least an hour and I DON’T want to be disturbed, sir.” she laughed. We drank tea, ate toast and chatted for half an hour. She was sore and I was sore as well, our soreness blamed on the dress. “Can’t blame the dress,” Sal said. “It’s an inanimate object and it wasn’t exactly made for that job was it? Next time we’ll do things differently and more carefully.” she said, with a wink. “Oh, there WILL be a next time then?” I asked. Sal said, “Oh yes! But not yet, we both need to chill a bit, and I want time to get 100% fit.””You’re on your own for a few days, I’m afraid and I want to phone around a few of our shops and see if they’ve got any “Seconds” that I can maybe take up to head office. If I get to I see them about my TV/Rejects shop ideas, if they’re interested.” “My clothes are your clothes. Enjoy them any time, day or night, except for those dresses!”Sally said. “I might just sit and watch you sometimes if you like? I’d like to see what you do when you’re on your own.” “Right now, I’m going back up stairs to finish my toilette. Do not disturb, on pain of death!” CHAPTER 2I realised it was 7am, I’d completely lost track of time. I was well fortified so started on the chores. I stripped the bed, removed the duvet cover and dragged everything down stairs. There were panties, stockings a suspender belt, there was also the cotton camisole, the skirt and the Victorian blouse to deal with. “Too much for one load,” I thought. I divided it all up into two piles, the bedding and the cotton blouse in one pile, and the panties and other bits and pieces in another.

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