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“Ready?” Ali asked with excitement as she looked out of the passenger window as they pulled up in front of their new house.Scott looked over at his wife and gave her knee a little squeeze. “Yep, we finally made it. It’ll be a long couple of days getting all of this crap unloaded though. I’m already exhausted from the drive.””Well, good thing you got your brother to help out, then!” Ali replied, her giddiness continuing to radiate off of her as she gazed up at the house. She was still in shock that they had managed to find a place like this in their price range. It had been listed at below-market price, despite being absolutely stunning. Perfect place to start a family, something that was on Ali’s mind more and more these days. Apparently turning thirty had exactly the effect on her everyone always said it would. But everything seemed to be coming together. Scott had a great job at the bank, and Ali was on track for a big promotion at her marketing firm. This house was the icing on the cake.”When’s he getting here, anyway?” Ali continued, brushing some debris off the front of her shirt, aware that her nipples were poking through the thin t-shirt material quite clearly. Her mind flashed briefly to thoughts of her husband’s younger brother, and his tendency to stare at her chest when he was around. Her cheeks flushed at the thought.”Oh, Michael?” Scott asked, distracted, as he pulled the first big crate from the backseat. “I think he said he’d be here tomorrow morning. Might be bringing a few of his buddies to help out. I told him I’d pay them back in beer and pizzas.””Do you really think it’s a good idea to be giving high schoolers alcohol?” Ali asked.”What?” Scott replied. “They’re all eighteen. They’ll be in college soon enough, and they’ll be drinking a lot more then. Plus, they’re doing us a favor. It’s what you do.”Ali nodded absently, her thoughts already back Sefaköy escort bayan on the house. Ali smiled as she picked up a box to carry inside, the box squishing into her modest yet perky tits as she made her first of many trips into her new home. Ali and Scott spent the day unloading their car and bringing the most important items into the house. Most important was setting up the bed so that they would have somewhere to crash after their first day of moving in. By the end of the day they were both completely exhausted, and fully aware that the heavy lifting would all start tomorrow when they had to break into the moving van to get the majority of their furniture.After having a quick take-out meal, they both collapsed into their newly set up king-sized bed in their otherwise empty bedroom. Scott was quickly snoring, but Ali took her time as she drifted off to sleep, wanting to savor her first night in their new home. Her mind meandered from idea to idea, imagining all the possibilities this new house held for her.She was still completely flabbergasted that they had found this place for such an affordable price. Their realtor had mentioned something about “motivated buyers” and insinuated that the couple who had lived here before were in the midst of a messy divorce. Whatever, Ali thought to herself. It was too bad about the previous tenants, but she was too excited to dwell on that. She had so much organizing and setting up to look forward to, not to mention the arrival of Scott’s younger brother and his friends tomorrow.Ali knew the effect she had on teenage boys. All men, really, not just the young ones. But as she moved through her late twenties and finally into her thirties, she was starting to really appreciate the attention of younger guys. Michael had always been a bit of a dork, but even so, Ali enjoyed feeling the Yenibosna escort heat of his gaze on her. She sometimes even fantasized about giving him his first blowjob or taking his virginity. She’d never act on it, but thinking about it made her feel desired. Something she’d been sorely missing of late.Ali glanced over at Scott, who had rolled over on his side facing away from her, his breathing still indicating a fairly deep sleep. Scott still showed interest in his wife, but their sex life had definitely slowed down a bit after Scott entered his thirties. He’d been working a lot, and just generally seemed less “ready to go” all the time. Ali’s sex drive only seemed to be getting stronger though. Slightly frustrated, Ali closed her eyes as the hard work of the day finally caught up with her, and her thoughts drifted off into the realm of dreams. Ali woke to a hazy view of her new bedroom, her breath ragged and echoing in her ears. She looked around at all of the photos on the walls, photos of a happy couple. A gorgeous and fit brunette with a salt-and-pepper hunk of a man wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. Confused for a moment, Ali shook her head and looked again, seeing now only the empty walls and half-opened boxes that littered her bedroom. Scott was still snoring on the bed, fast asleep.Ali felt hot and dizzy, her head swimming with odd sounds and smells, and an urgency she couldn’t quite place. She started to make her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water to clear her head.As she walked down the central staircase, she braced herself on the banister. The wooden rail was cool and smooth under her shaking hands, and she gripped it with all her strength. It felt so good. She heard a moan escape, ringing through the house. Ali couldn’t tell if it had come from her own throat or somewhere else.Ali found the kitchen Escort Halkalı and turned on the faucet, splashing water in her face to try to calm herself down. She felt hands on her waist as she stood back up.A man’s voice she didn’t recognize started talking to her. “I’m going to be working late tonight, babe,” he said.Before Ali could turn around, the man had started walking away. She thought she recognized the gray speckled hair from somewhere, but he had already rounded the corner into the main hallway. “But take it easy on those kids at school. There’s no way they’ll be able to focus with such a hot piece of ass for a gym teacher!” he called back, seemingly from everywhere at once.Ali was confused, but she felt her heart rate stir and the hairs on her arms tingling with some kind of excitement. She leaned over and rubbed her temples to try to get her bearings, but when she stood up she thought she heard the faint whisper of woman’s voice. “Yeah, he’s gone. Why don’t you bring Tucker over after school today?” the voice said in a husky, seductive tone. “I’d love to give you a private workout.”What was happening? Ali needed some air.As she staggered out of the kitchen, Ali tried to breathe, but found that her lungs wouldn’t fill up no matter how much air she inhaled. She knew she should feel panic, but instead she only felt a deep longing, pushing her to keep going. Collapsing against the doorway of the room that was going to be Scott’s office, Ali tried to catch her breath. Hot and uncomfortable, she clawed at her clothing, her hands finding her breasts under her nightgown. She pulled at the fabric, ripping it from her body so that she could feel the hardness of her nipples beneath her palms.Ali heard moaning. Was that her? She wasn’t sure. Looking into the room, she noticed a treadmill and an exercise ball. Those didn’t belong here. The treadmill was running, but no one was on it. She should turn that off, she thought to herself, moving into the room almost in a trance.As she walked into the room, she heard the moaning again, louder this time. She looked over at a weight bench in the corner of the room. And then she saw her. The brunette from the photographs.
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